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Okay, so all through May I had this really bad cough. Last week we went to the doctor again, and he said if I wasn’t done coughing by Monday to come in.
So I went to the doctor today, and he looked in my ear and was like ‘Oh, well she has an ear infection in her left ear.’ then he looked in my right ear, and was like ‘HOLY SH**’ but not in those words.
Turns out all my coughing put a lot of pressure on my ears, and guess what…
I busted my eardrum!
I can still hear, but there goes my iPod for a while. He said to go to another doctor, who might say I need ear tubes.
FREAKING EAR TUBES!
Aren’t those for babies?
Yeah, so my ear is hurting like hell, and every time I cough it hurts.
And it hurts to drink anything fizzy, so I have to shake anything fizzy, wait fifteen minutes so it doesn’t explode and THEN drink it.
So I’ve got a busted eardrum and an ear infection. And bronchitis.
My ear should be better by July. It better be, or I’m going to freaking DIE.
Yeah, the doctor who said my eardrum was busted was my allergist, my actual doctor said that I’m DEPRESSED.
I don’t think I’m depressed. And she recommended freaking THERAPY.
I don’t need therapy, I have the Who.
That should be on a T-shirt.
I should do that.
Wait, no. She didn’t say I’m depressed. She said (these are her exact words):
‘I see a LOT of depression.’
I AM NOT DEPRESSED. My life just sucks at the moment.
I swear to you guys, I won’t cut myself. Or end up suicidal. BECAUSE I AM NOT DEPRESSED.
I will hurt you if you say I’m depressed. I will hurt you with a baseball bat.
And a baseball.
Because I have a really freaking good arm.