I Learned Something Sad Yesterday

 Yesterday, I woke up in the morning to find that my glands had swollen to the approximately the size of baby hippos. Because this was abnormal, I decided to go to UHS (University Health Services, in case you don't know acronyms) during my break between classes.

UHS is a nice place because it's free, but sometimes it's frustrating. I had an hour and a half break, and hoped that this would be enough time to get myself to see someone who would feel my bulbous glands and then say something like, "Hey, stupid, you just have a cold, so go home," and then I could go to my next class and everything would be happy.

That didn't happen.

Instead, I spent an hour and fifteen minutes waiting, and then the second a doctor looked down my throat, she immediately said, "You have puss on your tonsils." I was kind of offended. That might not be rational, but I was. Then she jabbed my throat with a swab, which was also kind of offensive, but in a different way. She also sent me to the lab to get my blood drawn, which sent me into a panic because it meant that I was going to be late for class, and clearly my health is less important than Asian-American literature. Especially because my professor frequently gives us food at the beginning of class. Last week, we had popcorn and mooncakes. On two separate days, because those don't go together.

Anyways, I ended up being really late for class, but that's not even the sad thing that I learned. The said thing that I learned came when my doctor called me while Rachael and I were watching Teen Mom. The doctor said that they had my results in and told me, "You'll NEVER BELIEVE what the results say!" She said it in a really cheerful voice that falsely lead me to believe something really good had happened. Like maybe they found the cure to cancer in my blood, or something. Instead, I have mono.

Sad mono face

And that's the sad thing that I learned yesterday.