Puntabulous

And it’s a bitch, let me tell ya! The doctor says that apparently I did not have the flu, but in fact, the pneumonias. Notice the pluralization, makes it sound fancy.

And it’s cool pneumonia, because it is very rare. Instead of being in the bottom of my lung, it is located right up top. Do you think that this had anything to do with it?

Probably not. Anywho, I had you folks in mind while at the doctor’s office, and I made sure to take some pictures to let you know how the whole thing went, enjoy!

First of all, there was a lot of waiting, I did not feel loved at all in this pale stale place. Look at the wall behind me! It’s cold in there, atmospherically! Mood-wise! Brr!

I decided to lighten the mood and make myself feel better by taking a little cone thing that they stick in your ear!

I’m so rebellious! Hahahaha!

I took most of these pictures while sitting upon the Ritter 104, sitty doctor office bed thing! Delux. Wayyy better than the Ritter 103!

I was immediatly discriminated against for my know-mo-than-ya. In the pamplet holder, there was every other illness, but not mine. Jerks.

But really-where were the doctors during all of this? They FINALLY came to check me out for the pneumonias. But I’m not sure what sort of doctors they were!

“Are you SURE this is the exam for pneumonia?!”

And why was there a random lamp in the corner?! And it didn’t work, it was a broken lamp.

Then the cool part, the appalling part, the apparently terrifying part for the stupid girl before me!

The blood taking! They took a load of my blood too! I didn’t get to take a picture during it though, I was too busy being amazed!

Then more waiting. But I found more things to entertain myself while worrying that I was dying of no moan for ya.

As you can see though, others weren’t so fidgety and restless. Here, my Mom shows how worried she is concerning my physical health.

Then there was a poster with an old man on it. Not a hot, young man to grab my attention, so it must not be an important disease poster.

And WHY was I being kept in a room with biohazardous things!? I’m very fragile.

Then I saw something I liked. I should blame my sickness on work…I am unable to work, am a worker, and should be compensated.

I don’t even know what these were, but it sounds like something from Men in Black, and I loved that movie.

Then I found something I really loved playing with-the something looker inner. It. Was. Amazing. But made noise when I took it out of its holder, so I put it back immediatly after the picture was taken because I was scared because my doctor is mean.

This jar caught my eye, and the promise of “fewer coughs, wetter coughs” made me sort of grossed out, because wetter coughs sound weird.

Then they told me I had an atypical form of pneumonia and put me on drugs and I am not allowed at school until at the very earliest my next check-up and no work for another weekend. But hey, I get to be like “Oh, I would help you, but…my pneumonia hurts.” Because really, it does.