Another week away. Great start to the second tri, I guess it portends the rest of my school year. I was looking forward to Thanksgiving as we would be having a christmas party since I wont be here for Christmas, but like everyone should have expected, I got sick. Except this time it was for real. My tonsils were swollen, I couldn't move my neck and had a fever of 102.3. That's the highest it's gone since my appendix rupturing last year. This felt similar to that only minimal pain. Similar in that I asked God to forgive me for my senselessness because I thought I was going to die. A shame that's what made me do it. I made it to Grand Rapids in another ambulance fine. Stayed there for too long and they told me if they couldn't find an oral version of my antibiotic I'd have to stay for two weeks. I didn't cry in that moment, and I was proud. They found an oral version. So I left the next day, having missed my dentist appointment to get cavities filled because I was in the hospital. My doctors set up an appointment with a dentist in Grand rapids, we were all under the impression that I had four cavities that could lead to infection during transplant that I needed filled. The dentist in Grand Rapids said I had none. I don't know if that's God or if it's stupidty. I guess if I die from a gum infection we will know. I'm out now and am waiting for my surgery tomorrow. I get a broviac line placed in my chest. I had one before when I was supposed to have a transplant but they took it out. It's bittersweet because it means no more painful IV's, but it also means more scarring on my chest. An inconsequential side effect that will stay with me forever. I shouldn't care but I do. This encompases my week.
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