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I took my noodle syndrome meds and suddenly i didn’t feel so hot. I was shaky, my palms were slick with sweat, and my throat was tightening up. So of course my mom and i rushed to the hospital. I thought it was pretty funny because my mom ran up to the desk, shouted, “she’s having an allergic reaction to her meds!” and the triage nurse just looked at her, grabbed the clip board and went, “you need to fill this out.”

I was taken back shortly after we returned the paperwork. They took my blood pressure and all that good stuff and then wrote down my medical history. On my way to the room there was a lady standing in the doorway of her room, just staring. As i was wheeled past her she tried to touch me. If i’ve ever seen a crazy person, that was one. It was almost intriguing. 

After about an hour the doctor came in, listened around to my chest, checked my throat, and went to go call my neurologist. He came back in with a concentrated form of benedryl (tasted like ass, btw.) and a cup of ice water. Then we just sat there for like an hour until the swelling went down and i started to get real sleepy. 

My mom bought me mcdonalds on the way home and my grandma made me some mac and cheese at home, then proceeded to freak out about how pale i looked and insisted i stay home from school today. I e-mailed all my teachers and got an extension on a few homework assignments i missed the due time. (alot of online homework has weird due times. “due sunday at 7:05 p.m.”) So yeah. Got till wednesday to do chem homework, and till wednesday to practice my piano song. Woo! 

So yeah. That was my sunday. -_-