In four days, and counting.
I wish I could say that hitting the big ol' 21 would mean that people will stop poking my nose and my dimples, but I seriously doubt it, due to sod's law deciding to keep me stuck looking like I'm actually 12 and not in fact, 21. And no matter how many times people tell me I'll be grateful when I'm older and still get ID'd and get to act all flattered, at the moment, its SO annoying to have people stare at me incredulously because I'm the one sitting in the drivers seat of the car. Or maybe that's because they're a huge hypocrite who are giving me looks for parking in a disabled space with a valid disabled badge, whilst they're in the space next to me without a badge in sight.
I started IVs on Wednesday after phoning up on Monday to demand drugs,
and they've already started to work considering I'm now managing sleep
inbetween coughing fits, which are getting lesser by the day, win! Well, mostly, if you ignore the numb face and feeling like I'm high half the time, thanks colistin.
Starting IVs was fairly uneventful, just sitting in a room slowly
getting through several cups of tea courtesy of my lovely nurse, and a
hell of a lot of boredom. I was even too bored to drip stand skate.
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