Today I woke up early to take my stats final. Halfway through, after coughing the entire time, I ran to the bathroom and coughed till i puked. I broke down, so sick of being sick. I came back and looked at my test, all in a fog from getting no sleep the night before, and passed it in not caring if I failed. When I give up then I know something’s not right.

All I wanted at that point was to go home. I called my mom and we got in touch with my doctor. Then I went back to my dorm in tears to get a hug from my best friend. Being sick was not in my plans and I needed to just cry it out. Then I packed what I could, my friends helped me load my mom’s car, and we headed into boston.

I had a bag packed ready to stay over at the hospital, at that point I didn’t want to go back home, i just wanted to be comfortable and to get better in the best way possible. I got there and they even booked a room for me based on how I was feeling. But then I did PFT’s and my FEV1 was 95!!! It hasn’t been that high since january of 09. My lungs sounded great and my chest x-ray didn’t have any problems. My doctor decided it was probably just viral and antibiotics probably wouldn’t be needed at this point and decided to keep me on the prednizone and told me to rest.

I’m still coughing a lot and not feeling my best, but my tight cough has been a lot looser since I’ve gotten home. I don’t think living in an old, stuffy dorm with carpet that has been flooded several times this year was very helpful either. I didn’t realize how much my stress was affecting my body either. I got an extension on my final paper and emailed my stats professor about my grade and he reassured me it would be alright and he understands. Now I’ve been able to relax.

So hopefully this little cough passes and I’ll be able to be healthy for the summer. Still taking it day by day though. Thank you for all your well-wishes!!!

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