So yesterday was pretty eventful, but in a bad way. I was sitting here being sick and trying to entertain myself via Youtube when all of a sudden I had another coughing fit, but this time it was worse. I couldn’t stop and I had to run to the bathroom because there was all kinda phlegm in my mouth, and when I looked at it there was blood. That’s when I was finally like hell nah, and I went to ask my mom to take me to the hospital. When she saw me she started panicking because I was looking kinda blue. I hadn’t looked in the mirror all day because I’ve been pretty lethargic, but when I did I noticed it too. I mean I wasn’t like completely blue or anything but my skin tone was definitely blueish.

So we rushed to the ER and I got all checked in. The triage nurse listened to my chest and was like “how long has this been going on?” I told her almost 2 weeks and she basically lectured me about waiting so long, but I mean usually when I get colds they just heal themselves, I had no idea it was anything serious. The whole time I was there (damn near 8 hours) every nurse and doctor I encountered was like they were glad I came in because things would have gotten far worse had I not. They took a chest x-ray and shortly after I got hooked up to this IV with antibiotics and saline. Turns out I have bacterial pneumonia. Please believe I was asking what every little thing was, I hate hospitals and needles so I just wanted to be sure I knew what was going on. They even made me wear this oxygen mask because apparently I wasn’t getting enough oxygen in my blood. It was honestly one of the most scary experiences of my life. All the doctors kept talking like I was just lucky to be alive, I mean I don’t know if it was THAT crucial, but that’s what their tones said.

So after like 6 hours, they were talking about admitting me, but I REALLY didn’t wanna stay there, so my mom and I tried to figure out what other options I had. Times like this are when I really appreciate my mom. She was on it, and she was fighting hard for what I wanted because I was too weak to be vocalizing my concerns firmly. I just watch too many documentaries on Discovery Health, and I see people saying they took a loved one into a hospital for something simple and the relative never left the hospital. Just not tryna have that be my story. So they said I could take my antibiotics at home and they recommended her renting an oxygen tank for me in case I start looking blue again. So we got the antibiotics from the pharmacy and rolled out. She’s picking up the oxygen machine tomorrow.

I feel so disabled. I’m supposed to be resting, but I can’t sleep because I’m in pain. And these pills they gave me are big as hell. I only ever take gelcaps, and these shits look like big ass breath mints. I almost threw up tryna take the first one. Anyway, since I’m going to be out of commission for atleast the next week, I guess the computer will be my only companion. I don’t really feel like seeing people, because I’m feeling & looking rough. I go to the doctor in a week to see how I’m progressing, unless things get worse in which case I’m supposed to go right in to the ER again. I’m already feeling a little better, so hopefully everything just goes better from here on out.

Anyway, if you see me online, which you probably will, feel free to entertain me however you can. I need it. I’m actually trying not to laugh which, as any one who knows me knows, is hard for me. Anyway, I’m too tired to even proofread this, so I apologize for any grammatical errors, you’re just gonna have to forgive me this time. I’m gonna try to find some Aleve or something.

Love you guys, please just pray that I get better without complications,

Neek