Bloodinfections!

I come from a very disease-prone family. My grandma claims our family has poor genes and generally should be fed to the pigs since we spend more time sick then live and well. We have a fubar immune system, in other words. So when I started to feel my throat getting sore all I thought was "oh yay, another long-lived summer-headcold that'll bug me forever". Then I started coughing like a lounge cancer-patient, my chest wheezed like Darth Vaders and I felt my lounges curling when I coughed. "Hokay, time to see the doctors. If I have some lounge infection I might as well get penicillin right away." But did I have something that common? Nüüüüü. Of course not! I frankly got a bit worried when my blood test answers came back, and the doc called me into his office, sat me down, and started rifling through a few books looking puzzled. "My god, what do I have?". If you've ever seen the Stand by Stephen King, you can imagine some of the ridiculously paranoid horror-scenes cropping up in my head. He muttered something about "bacterial blood infection" and "lymphocytes" and prescriped 2 grams of penicillin per day and cough syrup with morphine. Weeeee.

I've been on penicillin since friday, it's now wednesday, and I still cough like a cancer patient. I feel tired and worn out, probably due to the big dosage of penicillin, which also kills my stomach. I still have a runny nose and a sore throat from time to time. And I'm getting mighty sick of being.. well, sick. It's really incredible all the crap I manage to get into my system, I feel like a magnet for all sort of viruses and bacterias. Do I have "come bug me" written somewhere in my immune system? Or maybe I should blame the disease-spreading little lump of a cousin I've come to love so much?

Yeah I'm complaining but I think I have a right to. Besides, I hate being alone when I'm sick. So tomorrow I'm going to Mats to get pampered. Hopefully. Right hon?