#i have a fever of 101. btw

[wyverwithy]

i'm so fuckign ill thinking abt eli and raph interacting nobdoy touch me,,

[chjroptera]

queening out reading the dsmp crit tag saying exactlyyyy

[icarlyspanishsubtitles]

I got flu and need comfort soo how about reader getting sick while Quackity is in Mexico. I think he would be super worried and always calling to check on u.

Btw I loveed your last fic, you're amaziing <3

awee i love this idea! i’m so sorry i didn’t see it sooner i’ve been out of town, also thank you for the love, your amazing!! feel better! this was rushed, my apologies for it being shorter.

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“my poor sweet girl..”

warnings: ⚠️fluff, girl pronouns, sickness INCLUDING throw up. really descriptive feeling of sickness.⚠️

you had woken up that morning, feeling groggy and absolutely exhausted. you checked the time to see it was 3am, and the overwhelming feel of your stomach absolutely pounding felt horrible.

you ran to the bathroom, hurling over to the toilet feeling all of the fluids from your body dispose. tears came into your eyes from the unexpected turn. you layed yourself on the bathroom floor, hating so badly the feeling of being sick.

picking up the phone, you decided to call your boyfriend alex, he’s the only person that could make you feel better at this moment.

“hi my love. what’s going on, it’s like 2 am there or somethin.”

you could hear his smile through the screen, which clearly left after you started crying a little being in pain, you were in obvious distress as you started speaking.

“i feel really really bad, and my stomach hurts, and i’m on the bathroom floor, and i can’t think of anything but the pain and-“

you started rambling, not even thinking before you spoke as you just wanted him to know how bad everything felt like it was going in the span of 5 minutes. he then stops you mid sentence,

“hey, hey, baby. it’s okay, listen to me. do you have any tylenol?”

you barely lift your head up, trying to be a little closer to the speaker of the phone.

“i think so?..”

he sighs a little bit, keeping the gentle tone in his voice.

“okay, sweet girl when you feel like you can get up, go and take that medicine okay? i’m so sorry mi vida, you know i want to be there right now with you.”

you want to keep him from worrying, he’s visiting family right now and you know if you ask he will immediately go and buy a plane ticket to see you.

the next morning you see 7 unread messages from your beloved boyfriend. all of them are him being worried, asking how you are. you go into the facetime app, clicking onto his contact.

the phone could barely go into the first ring before he answers.

“hey my love. how are you feeling?”

you shrug to yourself, you know that your stomach still feels as shitty as it did before. you wanted to be honest, just not as detailed.

“not too good babe, not going to lie. but i do feel better, thank you for suggesting the tylenol last night it helped, i promise.”

he looks at me, like i’m some poor stray puppy on the street.

“you do know i can come there right now? i can get a ticket, you know what let me get my computer i’ll schedule a day-“

you stop him, not wanting your sickness to mess up his plans.

“no. alex your family has been waiting for months to see you, they’ll be so upset even if they don’t show it.. you know that.”

he doesn’t want to admit that you are right, and he definitely wouldn’t want an argument while your already feeling horrible.

“okay, you know what, sure. but is your stomach feeling okay? did you throw up again?”

you turn over to the other side of the bed, as it felt cooler. when you got sick, your body always felt as if it was overheating.

“nu uh. my tummy still hurts, but no throw up.”

he snickers a little bit past the phone.

“tummy?”

“shut up.”

“i’m kiddingggg.”

you scoff a little rolling your eyes. you had a 101 fever, did he really think you were in the mood?

“your not funny.”

he smirks a little, then tries to actually talk to you.

“i’m sorry baby, im sorry. i know you feel bad right now, get some sleep okay? call me when you wake up.”

the day had its regular pattern throughout. you had been binge watching disney movies, as you felt there was literally nothing else to do. alex would call or text checking up, and always would hang up so you could watch your movie.

“hey sweet girl, what movie are we on right now?”

you held onto your pillow, adjusting the heating pad on your stomach.

“uhmmm. i’m currently on the lion king.”

he laughs a little at the tiredness in your voice, it made you sound adorably exhausted.

“wow i haven’t watched that in a while, i remember the.. oh a hakunu matatu?”

“a fucking what?”

you smile a little as a slight giggle escapes your lips. you hadn’t known he knew exactly what the song was called, he just attempted to make you laugh with a shitty joke.

he laughs along with you a little bit, before he talks more sincerely, showing his concern for his beloved girlfriend.

“are you feeling any better amor? everything going okay?”

“yes baby. i’m feeling good as to right now.”

he smiles through the screen, looking directly at you with love.

“good. listen i’m going to be home in a day or two, and ill make everything up.”

that night you felt yourself getting sick once again. your stomach had been your enemy for what seemed to you like forever. it’s as if he has a boyfriend sense, as he called you right as you felt yourself getting sick.

“hi baby! what are we feeling like?”

he asks oh so enthusiastically, which was the polar opposite of how you were at that moment. you sniffle a little.

“i feel..so bad..”

he pouts to hear your raspy little voice so sad and hurt. he immediately speaks up.

“oh my poor sweet girl.. what hurts right now?”

you couldn’t even think of one thing right now, as it felt like knives were coming in at every single direction.

“everything.”

he looks at you with honestly such a sad little look on his face. he tries to talk a little quieter, trying to be as confronting as he knew how to.

“it’s going to be okay my love.. take some more medicine, and we can talk for however long you want to alright? i love you so much, and im so sorry..”

for the next two days, you made sure he knew you were alright, wanting him to calm down as you were the top thing in his mind. the pattern went on until you did actually feel better, and when he came home, he was over the top in showing his love.

[kozumesphone]

hiii idk if you’re still accepting these for the event… butttt can i please have if you seek amy??

i am emma, i’m 5’4, autistic and adhd, i have short natural blonde curly hair but have it dyed red with brown over it so it’s kinda golden-y red now, i’m a reader, writer, and barista, i love movies, i am a massive swiftie, i love the beach and live in a very warm and sunny place. i wear a lottt of pink, and always wear converse. percy jackson is my favourite thing in the entire universe. i love doing things in the water, swimming, kayaking, and the like. i’m very sarcastic, love little kids, and want to be a stay at home mum more than anything.

thank you!!

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EMERCY ⭑.ᐟ

⟢ “i’m a million dollar baby, don’t at me!”

my brain can not physically see you with anyone other than percy mf jackson.

there’s a pretty good height difference (5’4–6’1) between you guys, but that just makes your hugs more cozier if ykwim

you guys had the childhood enemies to best friends to lovers trope written down from the start!! you probably had a silly fight as kids, but grew closer with time, and became best friends till you were around 11-12 years old

he loves yapping to you about anything and everything, and he loves hearing you yap as well <3 adhd-iac x adhd-iac trope goes so hard with yall!

you probably definitely have tried out your hair dye colours on his hair (he ASKED for it, literally)

you don’t stay at chb all year around, but percy does, so, whenever percy’s out on a quest, he always makes sure to drop by the cafe you work at!

he loves listening to you talk about the books you read, or the novel you’re currently writing btw

you’ve gone to the inside out movies with him, and to a taylor concert right after that <3

also!! cabin 3 kid x beach-lover kid is so perfect?? you’ve had multiple underwater kisses, and collected so many shells + made matching necklaces out of them (he added some shells you collected to his chb necklace)

you’ve both done every water-related activity ever! swimming, snorkelling, deep sea diving, kayaking, speed boating, talking to cute fishies and jellyfishes, you name it!

he’s always loved your dressing style, especially your converse (he thinks they’re very practical to run at a moment’s notice from monsters) + he thinks you look really cute fighting monsters in pink clothes. idk. it’s just a thing.

also, whenever you go over to his house, and sally & paul go out on a date, you both take care of estelle; it’s so so so cute and you always end up with major baby fever!

once, when you both took estelle with you to the grocery store, someone had told you ‘your baby is SO cute!’ and gushed over her in your arms, while percy replied with a simple ‘thanks’, making you blush

you guys definitely plan on having kids in the future!

(as a cabin 3 kid, I 101% approved of yall since the beginning okay)

bonus: you and I hang out more than you hang out with him 🫶

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[bonesmarky]

What do you think is the worst drug?

Alcohol. Remember that first night you went out with all the guys that Friday night? Well Remember that night out drinking took you right into Sunday afternoon. Not feeling much pain, went to bed early so that you got enough sleep for your second week of your new job. Things were going well, cloudy, but we'll I guess. Monday morning came earlier than u expected. That can of smashed assholes you felt like was not going away anytime soon and there was no way in hell you were going to work. But that would look terrible if you called in diareah your sixth day of work. Light bulb goes of…. Ah-ha I've got it…. HAIR OF THE DOG. No biggigie, just a couple shots of vodka to get you going won't hurt anyone. Oh yes, but the butterflies, flowers and rainbows started to ware off just b4 lunch. We'll I know what you did for lunch, a liquid lunch.

Eventually this became routine in your everyday life just to make yourself feel better, just to be normal. Now yr at that point in your life when your doctor says… DO NOT STOP DRINKING COLD TURKEY, U MUST WEEN YOURSELF OFF. OH what does he know anyway so u tried quitting cold turkey. Immediately, your body goes into shock and has seizure. You are so violently I'll you are unable to even get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. Your fever now is reaching a good 101. Fuck this, your thinking, back to the vodka I guess the doctor knows something you don't!

Alcohol is known to be the scariest monster of the pack.

And get this… ITS LEGAL! THATS RIGHT FOLKS ITS LEGAL.

I forgot to mention, anyone who drinks heavily, excuse me fir saying but, you all regress to the age of five and need a fucking babysitter!

Please people… DONT DRINK AND DRIVE. Because you know what Wil happen to you? You will survive the crash without a fucking bruise, without a scratch. But the family, you so ignorantly smashed into, bc you were driving on the wrong side of the road, family of 5, you killed them all. The six month old baby was ejected through the front windshield. So…… Next time you put that rye and coke neat BTW, think about all that I have said, only times it by 10 billion. Check these guys out for some hash and cannabis

[animapunkocchidipeterpan]

is it normal to have such high heart rate with fever at 38.5°C (101, 3 Fahrenheit)?

the highest, 128 bpm it's because I started. I was trying to take the medicine from the medicine cabinet, one box fell to one side and I startled so I guess it has nothing to do with my heart.

I took the medicine 40 minutes ago and now I'm sweating and the wristwatch says my heartbeat is fine (87) so I guess fever is going down and my heart was beating fast oy because of high fever but it's fine and healthy. phew!

btw my cheeks are still burning, is it normal???

[archersandsunsets]

really not vibing with being the cinderella of fevers...

[greelin]

dash stretch warning and medical talk ahead!!!

hey so! milo here! broke chronically AND mentally ill trans dude y’all know and possibly tolerate here! i really. really hate to do this and heavily went back and forth on it but the past month has been hell for me medically. our insurance went bust like a month before all this bc we couldn’t afford it due to covid. i had to do a trip to urgent care a few weeks ago, they assessed that i had a UTI, put me on meds, and i.. got infinitely worse. vomiting multiple times a day and a fever of over 101. to the point that my mother had to take me to the ER. they admitted me for several days bc the infection had spread to my kidneys and i was septic.

it was hell!! i have a lot of trauma wrt medical stuff (i was in the hospital for a month when i was six bc i’d contracted encephalitis/meningitis and it was. not a good time) and i was by myself (understandably with everything going on with the virus), and i was already super dazed and out of it and afraid but that didn’t help. at all.

they did manage to mostly clear everything up! i was on a lot of fluids and rosephin. they sent me home with about a week’s worth of antibiotics. i was supposed to follow up with a doctor in a week, as is standard procedure.

my stomach HATED me for that week. still does! i was having multiple issues that made it difficult to do anything besides, for lack of better, cleaner terms, either be in bed or in the bathroom. i got severely dehydrated. i started having pains again. not the same area, but still. massive amount of pain. my fever came back.

SO we went back to urgent care.... where literally all they did was take my vitals then call an ambulance bc my heart rate was over 160 and my blood pressure was super low and i genuinely was about to pass out. ($100 for that 15 min of waiting in the waiting room + 10 min of being in a room laying down bc i felt like i was gonna die, btw, but lol).

ambulance rides in the us are notoriously expensive, esp for poor fucks like me who don’t have insurance. but at the time i didn’t have a choice bc there was a chance of me going septic again and i wasn’t about to uh. die.

it was a deeply distressing experience but thankfully they did blood work, a urinalyses, another CT scan, put me on fluids, and i was discharged from the ER within several hours.

i know it’s a bad time for everyone rn and i feel immensely awful even putting this out there, i just.. do not know what to do rn lol. i am uninsured. i an unemployed and could not finish out my final two weeks at my previous job bc i was hospitalized (the reason i quit being i just moved and the commute wouldn’t be worth it ultimately), and the small amount of money i do have saved up has to go to like.. rent. car. mental health medication (that’s now $60 for half the amount i used to get for $5 🥴). i don’t know when i’ll be able to find a job rn due to my health being Everywhere at the moment + covid being a thing.

we received the first bill for my first hospital stint ($746 only but my mother jokes that that’s probably. for like. the motrin they gave me in the waiting room when i got there lmao) but we know there are gonna be tons more. they did multiple CT scans while i was there. tons of blood work. a lot of pain medication.

at this point i’m just.. super stressed. i know there’s tons of shit going on and i have absolutely nothing to offer in return, but if anyone happens to have like. a spare $2 or something to send my way, it would help immensely. all of this shit hit at the worse possible time, as life often seems to work, and i just... idk!

please, PLEASE, no one feel obligated to share this or help in any way; i just.. am super desperate and scared rn about how i’m going to get through everything with this much debt and no job. i’m sorry for the word vomit and wasting anyone’s time, it’s just.. a really hard time for me rn. i tried to apply for insurance but i haven’t heard anything back and i don’t know if i’ll be accepted

thank you for reading!!!! sorry again.

[boonki]

Saw you reblog those fever asks from me so 👀👀

“Is it cold in here?” Or “please put on the sweater.”

Please and thank you 😊

i combined them so you get BOTH wooHOOO

also its 3 am where im at so if anything doesnt make sense..... please forgive me, im so sleepy

BUT HERE YOU ARE LOVELY THANKS FOR THE PROMPT 

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Across Obi-wan’s weathered desk, Anakin shivers faintly, head turned down at his essay sprawled across the wood tabletop, where they had been editing his final thesis together, the sun long set. Rain drizzles down the windows to Obi-wan’s dim office, the tip-tapping the only noise in the otherwise quiet building, all the other professors surely at home, eating dinner or settled in for the night with loved ones; Obi-wan would normally be nestled on the couch, book in hand by this hour, jazz floating through his apartment from his record player. 

But Anakin, his dearest ex-student, and nearly a friend, had raced into his office hours prior, panic lacing his features, reminiscent of four years ago when Anakin had been a freshman in his English 101 class, desperate for a hand with all of his papers. Obi-wan hadn’t minded, of course, when Anakin continued to pop by for help after their shared semester ended, two semesters turning into three, three turning into a full year, which turned into two, which turned into Anakin’s entire academic career. If he were being honest with himself, a rather rare occurrence, he would admit that he looked forward to the bright man’s visits; something always loosened in his chest at their easy conversations, shared laughter, and how minutes turned to hours like sand slipping between his fingers. 

“I think if we moved this paragraph here-” he takes his pen out front behind his ear, marks the paragraph he’s talking about and draws a large arrow “-then your argument would flow more logically, no?” Obi-wan muses, humming to himself in thought. 

He gets a noisy sniffle in response. Obi-wan snaps his attention up to Anakin, who is wiping his nose with his sleeve, hunched into himself, still shivering. Anakin must notice Obi-wan staring, because he looks up, blinking rapidly. “What?” 

Obi-wan cocks an eyebrow. “I said, if we move this,” he uses his pen to point to the paragraph, and flicks his gaze up to Anakin to make sure he follows, “here, then it would flow better given your thesis.” 

Anakin sneezes. 

“Are you alright?” Obi-wan asks, digging out his box of tissues from within a drawer in his desk, handing them over to Anakin with stern concern. 

Anakin seems to huddle even further into himself. “Is it cold in here?” 

Obi-wan takes in the man’s thin t-shirt, a loose zip up hoodie the only thing between him and the onslaught of rain outside, trying not to stare at the way it hangs over his broad shoulders, exposes his beautiful collarbones. It would make sense that Anakin would be cold, but even in a papery cotton button-down, Obi-wan is perfectly warm in his office, his incandescent lamp and slow burning candle creating more than a fair bit of heat. 

“No, I don’t think so. Here,” Obi-wan leans forward and holds up a hand to the air in front of Anakin’s forehead, retracting a bit when Anakin lurches backwards in surprise, “let me see if you have a fever.” 

Anakin cautiously moves into his palm, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, gaze never leaving Obi-wan’s face, pink tinging the edges of his ears when Obi-wan presses against him a bit, pushing back the bangs that dangle into his face. He is running a bit hot. They make eye contact, and freeze for a few heartbeats, locked in place. Despite this being the most intimate thing he’s ever done with Anakin, given the rather academic nature of their relationship, Obi-wan doesn’t want to pull away; he wants to press his fingers further, straighten out the frizzy curls, card through the knots made by the rain, cup the back of his head and rub at the base of his neck- 

The thought catches Obi-wan by complete surprise, and he pulls away sharply, clearing his throat, purposefully disregarding the way Anakin’s eyes fall in disappointment. “You do seem to be running a fever. When is this due again?” He motions to the pile of papers between them. 

Anakin grimaces. “Tomorrow.” 

“Tomorrow, right.” Obi-wan nods, dismayed but not shocked by Anakin’s lack of planning. “Well, in the meantime, here.” 

Anakin watches with guarded interest as Obi-wan pushes his chair back to rifle through his bag, pulling out a spare sweater he had saved for the bus ride home. It is one of his favorites: a deep forest green, cashmere. He wordlessly offers it to Anakin, eyebrows raised and pulled together, a look of here, take it.

“No, Obi-wan, I can’t-”

“Please put on the sweater.” He pulls out his teacher's voice to use this, using his authority for good. 

Anakin gingerly takes it from him, giving him a strange, curious look before casting off his jacket and slipping on the sweater over his t-shirt. It’s a little small on him, fitting him in all the right places in Obi-wan’s opinion, but sleeves ending a few inches above his wrist. It’s rather adorable, really. 

“Better?” Obi-wan asks, ignoring the warm tendrils of possessiveness weaving into his chest at the sight. 

Anakin, considerably more red than before, nods. “Thank you.” His tone, usually full of sarcasm and humor, is uncharacteristically sincere. 

“Well I’m certainly not letting you keep it, so do return it next time you visit. And please don’t wipe any snot on it, cashmere is hard to wash,” Obi-wan jokes, “but yes, you’re welcome.” 

Anakin’s eyes widen a little. He grabs a tissue. 

Obi-wan takes a deep breath, shifting his focus back to the paper. “As I was saying, let’s move this thought.” 

The rain eventually passes, clouds bumbling away to reveal a vast array of stars, moonlight tinting the small office as the pair edits the long paper well past midnight. As the hours tick by, Anakin sneezes about the same number of times as Obi-wan yawns, exhaustion making the finer details of their evening fuzzy. The walls seem to close in on them, pressing them together, and the outside world is so far away, asleep, resting. Anakin continues to shiver, and Obi-wan gets up to rest his jacket around Anakin’s shoulders at some point, promising that they’ll finish soon so he can go home and rest. I don’t mind, Anakin says, I like being here with you. Obi-wan entirely blames the sentiment on Anakin’s fever, but in his tired, yearning state, something akin to hope blooms in his heart. 

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Anakin, naturally, receives an A on his paper. Obi-wan regards the email with fond amusement. 

“hey prof - got a 97%!! go us. have been taking it easy at home, doc says i have the flu :( 

ur never getting ur sweater back, btw. its so soft

thanks again for your help, ur fav anakin”

[antisocialsocialite]

morgan: ayy, is it hot in here or is it just me? 😉

reid: you have a fever of 101 degrees, derek.

i made myself laugh out loud

(this is a quote from a fic im working on rn btw!)

[simply-wins-little-sis]

Sick Small Fry

Request: Hi there! I love your writing so much and you are so awesome! I was wondering if you could do a fic where sister!reader is sick or a fever and the boys take care of her and lots of fluff ❤ I can't wait to see more of your writing!!!

Pairings: Sam and Dean x Winchester Little Sister!reader

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 A single sneeze sounded from a faraway room.

Then another.

A coughing fit seemed to tumble down the halls.

Then into the kitchen.

Your school bag hit the seat of the chair with a thud. Your coughing erupted into more of a croaking and soon you were gasping for air.

“Whoa there Y/N/N, slow your roll before you infect us all!” Dean pulled his arm away before your breath could hit it.

“Sorry De…Dea…ACHOO!” out popped another sneeze.

“You know you sound like a kitten when you do that,” Sam smirked as he took a sip of his coffee.  

You would have retorted if it weren’t for the cough that escaped your windpipes knocking all verb forms out of your mouth.

“That really doesn’t sound good Y/N, you feeling okay?” Dean asked, rolling his eyes at Sam.

“I think so, I’m just a little-,” coughing ensued, “Hot.”

Sam stood, pushing the back of his hand against your forehead on his way to the sink. His eyebrows worked in a way of concern.

“Sit,” Dean knew that look all too well.

Sam brought back the thermometer, popping it into your mouth. Your tongue felt attacked as it was under your tongue. Once the ear-splitting sound went off, Sam slipped it out from your lips.

“101,” he sighed.

“Better go find those comfy pants and sign into your computer because you aren’t going anywhere,” Dean chuckled.

You coughed again, “What, no, there has to be a mistake? I have a math test today that I studied all night for!”

“That’s probably why you’re sick. You wore your body out and now you need to go rest,” Sam started in on one of his health lectures.

“You heard him small fry, get cracking on relaxing,” Dean laughed at his own joke. You both looked at him. “What, I rhymed?”

You moved back into your room, changing into some new pajamas. Soon after you settled into your bed, and had dozed off, there was knock at the door.

“Hey baby girl, I have some soup for you and a wash cloth.” Dean moved towards your frame which seemed to only take up a centimeter of the bed. He placed the wash cloth on your head, and it immediately cooled you to chills.

Sam followed him, tucking your sheets up around you.

“You actually followed our orders for once,” Dean smiled at your dozing form. Soon enough, raspy breaths could be heard outside your room.

Later on, that evening you peeled the sweat-caked sheets away. You wash cloth had dried up, and you gave a dryer cough than before.

“Sammy,” you called out, your voice hoarse.

Sam came in, tray filled with water and an array of crackers.

“Hey sleepy head, how are you feeling?” he asked.

“Better,” you smiled.

“Good, now move over, I found a show on Netflix I think you’re going to love,” he pushed the sheets aside to set the tray down.

You took the medicine and booted up your laptop. The show was suspenseful, but not as scary as what you had seen in the reality before you.

But just as your heart picked up Dean burst through the door with a medical mask.

You screamed but lost your voice halfway through.

“Dean what are you doing?!” Sam yelled.

“I am not about to get infected by whatever she has,” his oven-mitt covered hands pointing towards your body.

“Would you knock it off and just come watch this with us?” Sam grumbled. Dean eased his way onto your other side, making sure to keep his distance.

You, in one swift motion, leaned onto him.

His scream was worse than yours.  

[beaversatemygrandma]

Remember how i said i was scared i may have caught the rona even though i never leave the house anymore? I didn’t. I’m fine.  I had a fever for 2-3 days and my whole body feels like ass. But I’m good. Physically. 

Turns out the sheer pain coming from my out-of-date glasses prescription and my wisdom tooth is driving me to absolute hell and my body wants these things fixed so i can go back to regularly functioning but the US has other plans.  I can hardly speak from the pain in my jaw, i at least don’t want to speak. I haven’t worn my glasses all day today because it got to the point where i couldn’t even move my eyes without the feeling as if they were going to burst out of my head. And somehow my body had a fever of 101 that went down to 96.5 (BELOW Regular body temp btw) at night and went right back up in the morning. 

I feel like I’m not only losing my mind in quarantine but losing control of my own health because i can’t afford to go out and get this shit fixed. 

[this-is-a-love-story-isnt-it]

btw, if anyone was wondering, when I went to the doctor yesterday, it turns out I have strep throat. I haven’t had that since I was a kid. I used to get it like once a year when I was a kid, but I don’t remember if I ever got it when I was in high school or later. In one way, I wasn’t that surprised, because I remember how, every time I got strep, I felt so sick. Like, my fever was real high (at the doctor’s office yesterday it was 101 degrees, and my normal temp runs a degree lower than normal (97.6), so that’s like a regular person having a 102 degree fever. And I was all achey and my skin hurt and I had a headache, and stuffy nose and scratchy throat, and just felt really blaaah and tired and light-headed (probably because my blood pressure was 90/62). The weird thing, though, is that every time I have gotten strep, I never got a real bad sore throat. It does hurt, but it’s more of a really scratchy and irritated feeling. I’ve had waaaayy worse sore throats before. omg some of the sore throats I’ve had were like torture. Like that one I had a few months ago. But with strep throat, I’ve never had a really bad sore throat. So anyway, my doctor prescribed antibiotics. and the cool thing is that he was going to prescribe me the Z Pac thing, but then he was like, “oh wait, not that one because it may interact badly with your other medications.” (Idk if I ever mentioned this here, but I have Epilepsy. I’ve had it since I was about 12... it started when I was going through puberty bc my trigger is hormone fluctuations... but I’ve been on meds since I was 18). so anyway, he prescribed something else that won’t have a risk of interacting badly with my seizure meds. Normally doctors are terrible at that- making sure what they prescribe is ok for you to take with existing medical conditions or in combination with other meds. My brother, who has crohn’s disease, went to the doctor for a tooth infection, and the doctor prescribed an antibiotic which he found out later should never be prescribed for someone with crohn’s or ulcerative colitis, and he had a really bad crohn’s flare, had to be put on a high dose of steroids for that, which in turn caused major heart problems that he’s still dealing with like over a year later.

Aaaanyway,

so yeah, I have strep throat but the antibiotics are amazing because I woke up this morning and was like, “woohoo I feel ok enough to go to work today!” and then my boss was like, “what are you doing here? don’t get everyone sick. go work from home.” lmao. so I did. But tbh I don’t like working from home. I’d rather take a sick day. But I’m working on this project that NEEDS to be finished pretty much by tomorrow, so I couldn’t take a sick day.

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7: Writer I trust enough to read whatever they write?Neil Gaiman without a doubt, Richard A. Knaack is another.

14: The last person who hurt me, did I forgive them?Yeah.

22: A good quality of mine?I care a ton.

27: Am I in a relationship?No

28: Something I miss?Disneyland? idk

32: Someone I love?Ivan

33: Someone I trust?See previous

34: Someone I always think about?Farrah

35: Am I excited about anything?Not really

36: My current obsession?idk

44: Last book I read?I don’t remember.

45: Last film I watched?again don’t remember

49: Superpower I wish I could have?Regeneration, so I stop being this fucking weak and unhealthy.

50: How do I destress?Music.

52: When do I feel most at peace?When it’s mostly quiet and it’s clear out.

53: What makes me smile?Puppies/baby animals

57: Favourite drink?Pepsi... (or a strawberry martini cough)

58: When did I last send a handwritten letter to somebody?My ‘big bro’ Kevin (not related btw) who went off into basic for the Army for a while - pretty much acted as my big brother playing WoW considering I played with him back in Burning Crusade aka when I was 12. Last I saw from him he got engaged.

65: What fictional universe would I like to be a part of?Honestly. I have no idea.

68: Who are my best friends?@zenjestrr

69: What do I admire most about others?Their ability to strive forward and come up with so many ideas.

72: If I won the lottery, what would I do?Save about 30% for myself, the rest go towards friends and family and plausible charities that actually do what they say they do.

74: Favourite place on the planet?idk

77: What is my current desktop picture?Metroid related

80: Can I drive?Nope. I really don’t want to, either.

81: Story behind my last kiss?He pressured me.

82: Earphones or headphones?Headphones tbh

86: Who is my hero?idk

87: Favourite comic book character?Black Panther

88: What makes me really angry?Having to repeat myself. Which sucks cause I know I mumble a lot.

91: What is one thing that isn’t tight in schools that should be?Needing more than a GED to be able to teach at the least (it’s true here in Colorado)

94: What was the last thing I bought?I just bought my brother a birthday present two days ago. Should be here soonish.

98: 3 things I love?AnimalsVideo GamesObsessing about either.

99: 3 things I hate?Smoking (I will always say this)Dark chocolateMigraines

100: Do I have more girl friends or boy friends?Boys.

101: Who do I get on with better, girls or boys?Boys, girls seem to ignore me a little more but eh.

103: Sexual orientation?Straight

105: Last person I texted?Jesse, who’s my current WoW buddy. Telling him to get better soon, he’s running a crazy high fever he’s missed work for 3 days.

107: Guilty pleasure?

109: A photo of myself.

110: Do I like selfies?Yeah. I just don’t take em often.

111: Favourite game app?I don’t use them much anymore. My phone can’t hold a lot =(

112: My relationship with my parents?*shrugs* I’m ok with my mother.

115: Favourite number?15

116: Can I juggle?No

117: Am I religious?No, but I respect those that practice such, as long as it does not bring harm... which I’m pretty sure is most.

122: Can I curl my tongue?Yes

123: Can I wiggle my ears?No but I can wiggle my nose.

126: My current project?Working on Eche’ro right now. It’s a mount in WoW, gotta farm shit for about 2ish hours. Not too bad honestly.

127: Am I a bad loser?Sometimes but I’m learning to chill more.

128: Do I admit when I wrong?Yes

130: Favourite piece of advice?Keep moving forward.

132: Hogwarts house / Divergent faction / Hunger Games district?Ravenclaw / Never read / idc

139: If I found a wallet full of cash on the ground, what would I do?If there is any ID in it, return to owner. Otherwise, probably... wait for half an hour see if anyone is looking for it... then probably mine if none have claimed.

142: Am I ticklish?Only on the bottom of my feet, and if you dare be prepared for a reflex of “I might kick you in the face”.

150: What is the best decision I have made in life so far?Meeting some people

155: Who is the most intelligent person I know?Probably Ivan

156: My most embarrassing memory?HAH NO you’re not getting that out of me.

159: Which do I value more in others, brains or beauty?Brains

160: What colour mostly dominates my wardrobe?Black, blue is probably a close second.

162: What do I hate most about myself?Everything

163: What do I love most about myself?Being super aware.

166: Favourite animal?Wolf

171: Do I hold grudges?It’s an unfortunate family trait. I try to make light of it though by making jokes about it, and sometimes helps me let go of it easier.

173: Have I learnt from my mistakes?I always try to. If I don’t, I wish to be educated so I could do better in the future. Not talked down on, though, I cannot handle that.

174: Best gift I’ve ever received?I almost cried when I got my sona hoodie but... that feeling kinda went away when I found out the guy kinda doesn’t give two shits about me.

179: If I were immortal, what would I do?I actually have a WoW OC who is immortal and no it’s not SabHonestly, I would just try to help any way I could, study all languages, write down any forgotten languages that people have forgotten in the past, probably just become the owl from AtLA honestly. Have a giant library of all knowledge. And when I’m not doing that probably going around and helping those recover from an ill lived life, do what I can.

181: If I could get away with a crime, what would I choose to do?Robbing from the rich who do not deserve to be rich.

186: What is my greatest failure?hah

187: What is my greatest achievement?Raising Farrah probably.

188: Love or money?Love

189: Love or career?Love

191: What makes me the happiest?Puppies

192: What is “home” to me?In the arms of someone I love.

193: What motivates me?Just seeing what’s next.

198: Zombies or vampires?Zombies. Easier to kill.

199: Live in the city or suburbs?Suburbs

200: Dragons or wizards?Dragons

202: How do I define love?Way too heavy a question I am not up for answering at this moment. Try to remind me later.

205: Do I like my handwriting?No

206: Sweet or savoury?Sweet

207: Worst job I’ve had?Not having one

209: Item of clothing or jewellery you’ll never see me without?*shrugs* I’m not particularly attached to any article of clothing that you wouldn’t see me without. I mean... my glasses? But that’s just cause I’m blind as shit.

211: How do I handle anger?Not well. In process of working on.

213: Do I use sarcasm a lot?Without a doubt.

215: What is the weirdest talent I have?High pitched whistles?

216: Favourite fictional character?Zack Fair