Slow death...

This time last month, during the Super Bowl actually, I was coughing up a lung and using entire kleenex boxes in the span of a day. After two weeks I thought I was over it. Wrong. Now that I have a million things to do before spring break, I am right back to coughing up my lungs. So today I'd had enough. I planned to get up early this morning, get to the Immediate Care Center, get some antibiotics and finally get healthy. Sounds reasonably easy right? Of course not. As I walked in, I realized there was not a single seat left in the waiting room and it was only 11 am. Checking in was an issue since my wallet had been stolen and I no longer had my insurance card. After my mother faxed over the insurance information, I finally finished checking in and the nurse suggested I wait out in my car since the waiting room was so full. Waiting in the car wasn't such an issue as I originally thought it would be since it was so nice out today. However, an hour and a half sitting in the car is a little too much. Finally I was seen by the doctor and was told I had an upper respitory infection. He wrote me prescriptions for antibiotics and I was promptly on my way to Walgreens to get them filled. This whole ordeal ended at roughly 3:00. It's 12:31 am right now and I'm awake because I still can't stop coughing. So yes, this entire blog was one giant rant about how I don't feel well, went to the doctor which turned out to be an all day adventure, and I still don't feel well. Sometimes, especially when you're sick, you just have to rant. Bring on the Nyquil!