Sick of Being Sick

I started feeling slightly better until I woke up this morning. I could feel myself getting worse again. I had my blood drawn again today and sure enough, my white count is elevated--again. It made my doctor mumble a few f words and ask why my body has to attract every single bad thing out there. I just nodded in agreement and got another shot in my ass, left cheek this time, for the third time in a week. I also got a different antiboitic, another decongestant, and still continuing my best friend, @dvil liquid ge|s for the headaches from coughing. Which by the way, I got nothing for the cough. If I take something for the cough, the mucus will stay in my chest and I could end up in the hospital, so I am supose to "hack it up" or at least cough my fucking brains out of my throat/nostrils! I can't talk too much or laugh because I really get out of breath and can't control the coughing.

And worst of all, I was told not to go out again this weekend--second weekend in a row, what the fuck?

I think I am sneeking out tomorrow night for college night at a local bar, fuck it!