Allow Me to Explain

The goal: be an English teacher in Europe. So far the pieces are setting out pretty nicely. I got into Cambridge (they're world wide didya' know? Yea, I'm going to the branch in Colorado.) I have all my friends and family in Europe excited for me to come back. But, until this June, I'm stuck here. In Texas.

I have 20 days until I leave for Colorado to get my CELTA: Certificate of English Language Teaching to Adults (bare with me guys, the introductions are always super dry). Until then I'm doing studies. Sounds pretty boring huh?

WELL YOU'RE WRONG.

Two months ago I got this super icky thingy at the back of my throat. I woke up and it went something like this:

I fumble out of bed after already waking up a few hours earlier in pain. Being experienced in the strep throat department, I pull out my fancy-shmancy cellular phone and click the flash light app, go to the mirror and shine that sucker at the back of my throat.

"Maaaaa!"

"What?" - Mum

"Come look at my throat!" She's a nurse and a super awesome mom.

"Ew. That looks awful. Here's the keys, you should go to the clinic." Sweet. Figured. So I go to the clinic, write 'sore throat' in the 'What's the reason for your visit today?' box, wait a couple hours and then I go in. Mr. Nurse is like 'lemme take your blood pressure and ask you a few questions. M'kay awesome, doc'll be in soon.' The doctor comes in and asks the same questions and then finally looks at my throat and literally jumped back. Yes. He really did. This was already a good start. Then he left.

"Hey Mike! There is this girl in room 3 with something really gross in her throat! Uuuh... yea." - my doctor

"Really? How bad?" - 'Mike'

"Like an 8 on a 10 point scale." - my doctor

"Oh! I wanna see." - 'Mike' This is how I figured out I was 'girl in room 3'.

Long story short: there ended up being 3 doctors and 2 nurses in that small little room and they forgot to give me the strep test until I reminded them, missed the vein for the blood test and just ended up giving me a shit ton of antibiotics because they couldn't classify what I had. Thus, I named it Zombie Throat Disease.

Well. The antibiotics made it go away. That was cool. Especially since that thing hurt! It was all black and white and pussy and gross. I have pictures. Anyways, over a week ago my throat started to hurt again. I gargled with salt water and stopped smoking and drinking as much and then yesterday I decided enough was enough! This time I was going to see an actual ENT doctor (ears nose and throat). Good doctor says, 'You should get those removed, they're the size of walnuts." That would explain the difficulty in breathing... Now I have a surgery scheduled for this Tuesday. Win! (Not.)

My tonsils are getting pulled. I'm nervous. I don't like hospitals and I know this has a lot to do with me playing Silent Hill as a kid.

That's all for tonight!

- This girl