When I first started blogging, I have to say that I really wasn't a fan. I felt it was useless, dumb, pointless, and 400 words was a lot more than what I had to write in my writing notebook so I felt I was getting gipped and it wasn't fair. But now that I've had time to think about it and I've gone a while with blogging, I can see why a teacher would choose to have their students blog.
First of all it lets them write freely. I'm glad we could write about anything we wanted to because that gave me the opportunity to babble if I felt like I wanted to or vent about something if I really wanted, which was nice. Especially since it's easier to write things down when you're frustrated than to talk and it just makes you feel better.
It also gives students and opportunity to see other bloggers and their opinions on things and then you can even write a response to it. If you write in a notebook, you don't really get to do that. You might read a neighbors entry or something if they allow it, but it's just not the same.
Then there's the aspect that anyone can read your writing. Yes, it is kind of scary that anyone can read your writing, but you can also get noticed if you'd like. I didn't personally get any comments from people I didn't know, but my friend was telling me about how he reviewed a book and connected the link to the authors blog, and the author actually commented on his post. That's pretty cool.
It's also an easy way for the teacher to check without the hassle of handling a bagillion different papers. He or she can just jump on the computer and check it out. That seems much more convenient to me than having all the kids turn everything in and then getting them back and all that jazz. It's also easier for the student because they don't have to deal with handing them in and getting them back.
As the year has gone by, I've grown to like blogs more. They're still not my favorite because we're being made to do them, but there are worse things in the world we could have to do.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Doctors
After the nurses were finally done torturing me with needles and swabs and everything else, we were left alone in the room for a while. By that time my dad had gotten to the hospital as well. Despite how uncomfortable that hospital bed was, I managed to fall asleep til the doctor came in. he confirmed that I had mono and told us I didn't have tonsillitis or strep throat. He also told us my blood count was extremely high, but it's still in the realm that he doesn't think I would need to be emitted. He said I wasn't dehydrated but I could be drinking more and that would help. All I could do was take Tylenol and drink and wait it out. We asked him about my tonsils and if I would have to get them taken out because the tissue was dying and he told us that he wasn't sure but if I did, no one would operate on me for another 6 to 8 months because they would want to make sure the mono isn't going to act up.
After all that they finally unhooked me and let me go home where I passed out for the rest of the day. The doctor had told us that he talked to our family doctor and had set up a follow-up appointment to make sure the blood count and everything was going down.
The day came where I had to go back to the doctors office to check everything out. I was finally feeling a little better. Not much, but a little and the fever had gone down significantly. We found out that in a week and a half I had lost 13 pounds. The doctor wasn't really much help. My tonsils were going down and I wasn't really feeling nauseous anymore, but I did still have no appetite. She just told us that would come back and that I had to go to the lab to get blood drawn. My first thought was damn it. Get ready for pain. This is gonna suck and I don't wanna go through all of it again.
Of course when I got back there I was already freaked out. The lady took one look at my arms and asked what the people at the hospital did to me. I told her they tortured me. She couldn't draw blood from a vein if it was burst or collapsed, which is indicated by the bruises, and they did that to all the veins they could get to except one. I was lucky that this lady was a vein wizard because it only took her one try to get to that one vein. I asked if I could get blood drawn there every time. She said of course. And before I knew it, we were out of there and back home where I could sleep again.
After all that they finally unhooked me and let me go home where I passed out for the rest of the day. The doctor had told us that he talked to our family doctor and had set up a follow-up appointment to make sure the blood count and everything was going down.
The day came where I had to go back to the doctors office to check everything out. I was finally feeling a little better. Not much, but a little and the fever had gone down significantly. We found out that in a week and a half I had lost 13 pounds. The doctor wasn't really much help. My tonsils were going down and I wasn't really feeling nauseous anymore, but I did still have no appetite. She just told us that would come back and that I had to go to the lab to get blood drawn. My first thought was damn it. Get ready for pain. This is gonna suck and I don't wanna go through all of it again.
Of course when I got back there I was already freaked out. The lady took one look at my arms and asked what the people at the hospital did to me. I told her they tortured me. She couldn't draw blood from a vein if it was burst or collapsed, which is indicated by the bruises, and they did that to all the veins they could get to except one. I was lucky that this lady was a vein wizard because it only took her one try to get to that one vein. I asked if I could get blood drawn there every time. She said of course. And before I knew it, we were out of there and back home where I could sleep again.
The Torture Continues
I'm fairly certain the girl who was working on my left arm had no idea what she was doing because she was causing a lot of pain and could not get a good poke to save her life. She tried all the tricks. Had me pump my fist, used the rubber band thing on my arm, slapped my arm, nothing worked for her. The guy on my right got more lucky. He struck gold. Because the girl on my left was a little incompetent, The guy had to take about 5 valves of blood from my right arm. This left a HUGE bruise on my arm that didn't fade away til about 2 weeks later. It hurt and was so traumatizing. That little incident caused me about 4 bruises between the 2 arms.
Then came the IV. This was even worse than the two nit wits drawing blood. Once again, I have terrible veins so the lady took about 5 minutes to find a vein she thought she could get at. Apparently I had a vein that was there and was fairly decent but every time she tried to poke it, which was about 16 times, it would move on her. So she dug around a little to try and get it, but believe it or not, that didn't work either. What a shocker. So far, that has hurt the worst. The IVs aren't really needles. They're plastic tubes that has another little plastic tube in that so they're easy to change. And of course this plastic tube they're sticking in me is bigger than a needle. So she decided to try the top of my hand. She found one she thought she could get and was successful, but unfortunately, she collapsed my vein. Another bruise. My favorite. She tried once again on my forearm with no success, so she decided to call in the big guns.
The next nurse who came in to poke me was the roughest of them all. I think I cried the whole time she was in the room. It hurt so bad when she was trying to get to my vein. She was not being gentle at all. It was really scary and my mom kept telling me to calm down so I don't move my arm but it was hard. Thankfully, she finally got it in. Then after they got it in, I was afraid to move my arm because every time I did, I would feel it move in my arm and that is the most disgusting feeling ever.
Then came the IV. This was even worse than the two nit wits drawing blood. Once again, I have terrible veins so the lady took about 5 minutes to find a vein she thought she could get at. Apparently I had a vein that was there and was fairly decent but every time she tried to poke it, which was about 16 times, it would move on her. So she dug around a little to try and get it, but believe it or not, that didn't work either. What a shocker. So far, that has hurt the worst. The IVs aren't really needles. They're plastic tubes that has another little plastic tube in that so they're easy to change. And of course this plastic tube they're sticking in me is bigger than a needle. So she decided to try the top of my hand. She found one she thought she could get and was successful, but unfortunately, she collapsed my vein. Another bruise. My favorite. She tried once again on my forearm with no success, so she decided to call in the big guns.
The next nurse who came in to poke me was the roughest of them all. I think I cried the whole time she was in the room. It hurt so bad when she was trying to get to my vein. She was not being gentle at all. It was really scary and my mom kept telling me to calm down so I don't move my arm but it was hard. Thankfully, she finally got it in. Then after they got it in, I was afraid to move my arm because every time I did, I would feel it move in my arm and that is the most disgusting feeling ever.
The Torture Begins
After talking to the doctor, who was very nice, he decided we needed to draw blood to check my blood count and check for strep throat because I had developed not only white spots on my tonsils, but black spots as well. Which meant the tissue was dying.
After the doctor left and a little bit of waiting, two young people came into my room. They checked my tag to make sure I was the right person and after confirming that, told me they were each going to take and arm and draw blood from it. At the same time. Wait, hold up, stop the train. WHAT?!? I hate needles and getting blood drawn and I'm probably dehydrated so my veins are going to be even worse than normal and I can't hold my mom's hand?!?! You've got to be kidding me. So I took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling and tried to comply to the two people's wishing they were asking of me.
While they poked me about 16 different times and dug around as well, the guy on my left kept trying to talk to me and have me answer his questions. He was asking things like where I went to school and what classes I was taking. First of all, I'm going through a freak out right now and am about to have a bitch fit because the two of them were hurting me and I couldn't look anywhere but the ceiling or I'd see a needle which I didn't want to see, so I had no idea what's going on. Second, I'm not completely coherent due to me having a fever of 104 and being in pain. Third, my tonsils are so big that they throb when I'm not doing anything with them so making me talk is not the way to go. They hurt worse. Plus, I sound like someone who has a mental disability because I can't move my tongue properly to form the words to answer his questions. So I'm laying on that uncomfortable bed, in a gown, trying my hardest to sound normal and completely failing, tonsils hurting worse, still extremely hot from the fever, getting poked a 20 times and digging the needle around, and just in all around pain while this dumb ass is trying to talk to me about school.
After the doctor left and a little bit of waiting, two young people came into my room. They checked my tag to make sure I was the right person and after confirming that, told me they were each going to take and arm and draw blood from it. At the same time. Wait, hold up, stop the train. WHAT?!? I hate needles and getting blood drawn and I'm probably dehydrated so my veins are going to be even worse than normal and I can't hold my mom's hand?!?! You've got to be kidding me. So I took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling and tried to comply to the two people's wishing they were asking of me.
While they poked me about 16 different times and dug around as well, the guy on my left kept trying to talk to me and have me answer his questions. He was asking things like where I went to school and what classes I was taking. First of all, I'm going through a freak out right now and am about to have a bitch fit because the two of them were hurting me and I couldn't look anywhere but the ceiling or I'd see a needle which I didn't want to see, so I had no idea what's going on. Second, I'm not completely coherent due to me having a fever of 104 and being in pain. Third, my tonsils are so big that they throb when I'm not doing anything with them so making me talk is not the way to go. They hurt worse. Plus, I sound like someone who has a mental disability because I can't move my tongue properly to form the words to answer his questions. So I'm laying on that uncomfortable bed, in a gown, trying my hardest to sound normal and completely failing, tonsils hurting worse, still extremely hot from the fever, getting poked a 20 times and digging the needle around, and just in all around pain while this dumb ass is trying to talk to me about school.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Thursday Through Sunday Continued
On Wednesday when I got blood drawn to check my blood count, they told us they would call us the next day with the results. We never got a call. So my mom called them on Friday to check on it and they didn't have the results yet. they said they may be on the doctors desk who looked at me and she wasn't in that day. So we called back the next day and once again, they had nothing for us.
My day had actually started with me waking up and not feeling well at all. I had a high fever and had to go sit in front of one of the fans to try to keep cool, but was still profusely sweating. My tonsils were hurting more than they ever had. My mom had told me we were going to go back to the doctors the day before, so I didn't want to take any Tylenol so they could get the full symptoms of what I'm going through. I finally decided it was late enough that I could go wake my mom up and ask to go see the doctor. So I did and the second my mom looked at me, she scolded me for not waking her up sooner. Apparently I looked pretty bad.
Because I was getting even worse, my mom decided it was back to the doctors office for me. We got there and found out it was a 2 hour wait and because I wasn't very coherent and getting worse, my mom decided we were going to go to the Emergency Room. After about 5 minutes of waiting in the Emergency Room, my dad called to tell us that the doctors office FINALLY got back to us with the results and informed him that my blood count was extremely off and that I should get to the Emergency Room right away. Awesome. Good thing they told us that 2 days ago. And it was a really good thing we were there already.
My hospital experience was one of the most traumatizing things I've ever gone through. I got there and my temperature continued to rise. The first people who took my vitals were fine. They were nice and the lady even had a child who had gotten mono so she was pretty sympathetic. I was so out of it though I didn't really care that much. We got back to the room where I was going to be poked and prodded once again and I had to put on a gown. Fortunately I got to keep my pants on. This is where the torture began.
My day had actually started with me waking up and not feeling well at all. I had a high fever and had to go sit in front of one of the fans to try to keep cool, but was still profusely sweating. My tonsils were hurting more than they ever had. My mom had told me we were going to go back to the doctors the day before, so I didn't want to take any Tylenol so they could get the full symptoms of what I'm going through. I finally decided it was late enough that I could go wake my mom up and ask to go see the doctor. So I did and the second my mom looked at me, she scolded me for not waking her up sooner. Apparently I looked pretty bad.
Because I was getting even worse, my mom decided it was back to the doctors office for me. We got there and found out it was a 2 hour wait and because I wasn't very coherent and getting worse, my mom decided we were going to go to the Emergency Room. After about 5 minutes of waiting in the Emergency Room, my dad called to tell us that the doctors office FINALLY got back to us with the results and informed him that my blood count was extremely off and that I should get to the Emergency Room right away. Awesome. Good thing they told us that 2 days ago. And it was a really good thing we were there already.
My hospital experience was one of the most traumatizing things I've ever gone through. I got there and my temperature continued to rise. The first people who took my vitals were fine. They were nice and the lady even had a child who had gotten mono so she was pretty sympathetic. I was so out of it though I didn't really care that much. We got back to the room where I was going to be poked and prodded once again and I had to put on a gown. Fortunately I got to keep my pants on. This is where the torture began.
Thursday through Sunday
In the next few days I steadily got worse and worse. My fever stayed at a steady 103 which left me sweating a lot. We put three fans in the living room where I was camped out because my parents room was just down the hall so if I needed anything at night I could holler or I didn't have to go very far to get to them.
One of the worst things about this was the fever. I was always hot. There was nothing that I could do to cool down. I actually had to strip to my skivvies once and sit right in front of a huge fan and that didn't even cool me off completely. My mom tried feeding me pop sickles because she figured that would help my throat and cool me down at the same time. Ended up not helping either. One night because of the fever I woke up. I guess it'd be considered morning cause it was around 4:30 but you get the point. I woke up and was really hot so I couldn't get back to sleep. The remote was actually across the room and I had no strength to get up and get it. All I had to do was get up and walk three steps to grab it and I could watch TV. But instead I sat in the dark living room for and hour and a half staring at nothing. Not thinking, not moving, not anything. Just staring. Why? Because the fever had done it to me. I'm surprised I didn't have any hallucinations while I was sick. There would be moments when I would be watching TV and then tell my mom something during a commercial and forget what show I was watching. I would be seeing the things on TV, but I couldn't retain anything. How pathetic is that?
My tonsils, believe it or not, were worse. They weren't any more swollen, thank god, but they had whit spots on them. Those showed up around day five. Then on day six black spots started showing up. I looked at my tonsils on day six after trying to choke down some chocolate pudding, so at first I thought maybe I had a little something still on them. Then I tried to get that little something off and it wouldn't come off. After seeing this, my mom decided it was back to doctor.
One of the worst things about this was the fever. I was always hot. There was nothing that I could do to cool down. I actually had to strip to my skivvies once and sit right in front of a huge fan and that didn't even cool me off completely. My mom tried feeding me pop sickles because she figured that would help my throat and cool me down at the same time. Ended up not helping either. One night because of the fever I woke up. I guess it'd be considered morning cause it was around 4:30 but you get the point. I woke up and was really hot so I couldn't get back to sleep. The remote was actually across the room and I had no strength to get up and get it. All I had to do was get up and walk three steps to grab it and I could watch TV. But instead I sat in the dark living room for and hour and a half staring at nothing. Not thinking, not moving, not anything. Just staring. Why? Because the fever had done it to me. I'm surprised I didn't have any hallucinations while I was sick. There would be moments when I would be watching TV and then tell my mom something during a commercial and forget what show I was watching. I would be seeing the things on TV, but I couldn't retain anything. How pathetic is that?
My tonsils, believe it or not, were worse. They weren't any more swollen, thank god, but they had whit spots on them. Those showed up around day five. Then on day six black spots started showing up. I looked at my tonsils on day six after trying to choke down some chocolate pudding, so at first I thought maybe I had a little something still on them. Then I tried to get that little something off and it wouldn't come off. After seeing this, my mom decided it was back to doctor.
Wednesday Continued
So when the doctor left our room I look to my mom and am like remember last time!? I can't do this! I hate needles and I don't want to faint. It's scary! She reassured me and told me she would hold my hand while the nurse was getting blood. This gave me only a little big of relief.
They needed to draw blood because they needed to check my blood count to see for sure if it was my spleen and my liver that was enlarged. I had no idea what we were going to do about it after they found out, but apparently it was essential.
The nurse walks into the room. The first thing that comes to mind is holy shit, this lady doesn't know what she's doing. This was one of those ladies who is meek and just looks insecure. That's not the kind of person I need right now. I'm scared so she needs to show me confidence that this is going to be okay.
One thing you should know is that I have very bad veins. I mean very bad. they're very small and hard to find. I hadn't been drinking a lot either because my tonsils wouldn't allow it.
The lady takes about 10 minutes to find a vein she thinks she can get to. This whole time I'm freaking myself out and getting more and more scared. The first attempt is made. I feel it go in and it hurts but it's not too bad. She does a little digging around. Awesome. She missed. Now it's really hurting. Then I hear the worst thing a nurse can say while they're sticking a needle in you. I hear her say, "SHIT!" WHAT?!?!?!?! ARE YOU SERIOUS!!?!?!?!?! Even if something goes wrong you can't say that! I'm freaking out. She goes in again with another needle. No luck so she decides to go get another nurse to try. The next nurse is more friendly and confident but her 3 tries hurt more than the first ladies. The second nurse says she's going to get their best and if she can't get it, they're going to have to send me to the hospital.
The third nurse comes in talking and friendly, but so did the second one and look what happened with her. To my relief she had success. So about 3 nurses, 6 pokes, and 2 hours later, we're finally out of there. All I want to do is go home and sleep the fever away.
They needed to draw blood because they needed to check my blood count to see for sure if it was my spleen and my liver that was enlarged. I had no idea what we were going to do about it after they found out, but apparently it was essential.
The nurse walks into the room. The first thing that comes to mind is holy shit, this lady doesn't know what she's doing. This was one of those ladies who is meek and just looks insecure. That's not the kind of person I need right now. I'm scared so she needs to show me confidence that this is going to be okay.
One thing you should know is that I have very bad veins. I mean very bad. they're very small and hard to find. I hadn't been drinking a lot either because my tonsils wouldn't allow it.
The lady takes about 10 minutes to find a vein she thinks she can get to. This whole time I'm freaking myself out and getting more and more scared. The first attempt is made. I feel it go in and it hurts but it's not too bad. She does a little digging around. Awesome. She missed. Now it's really hurting. Then I hear the worst thing a nurse can say while they're sticking a needle in you. I hear her say, "SHIT!" WHAT?!?!?!?! ARE YOU SERIOUS!!?!?!?!?! Even if something goes wrong you can't say that! I'm freaking out. She goes in again with another needle. No luck so she decides to go get another nurse to try. The next nurse is more friendly and confident but her 3 tries hurt more than the first ladies. The second nurse says she's going to get their best and if she can't get it, they're going to have to send me to the hospital.
The third nurse comes in talking and friendly, but so did the second one and look what happened with her. To my relief she had success. So about 3 nurses, 6 pokes, and 2 hours later, we're finally out of there. All I want to do is go home and sleep the fever away.
Wednesday
I decided to skip to Wednesday because this is where all the drama happens. Nothing really changed on Tuesday. Fever still at 103, tonsils getting bigger, everything else is the same. I didn't get much sleep because I couldn't get comfortable due to my back being in pain every time I laid down and my stomach hurting.
Day 3 was terrible. I woke up and my tonsils were so swollen there was about an eighth of an inch between both of them. That means I couldn't even swallow my own spit, much less any food. I also couldn't talk. Not because my voice was gone or anything. My voice was still there. My tonsils were so swollen that I couldn't move the back of my tongue to form any words. Every time I tried to, I sounded like I was a little mentally challenged. My whole abdomen was extremely swollen as well. The doctor told us I wasn't supposed to do any contact sports because there was a chance my spleen could burst. One of the symptoms of mono is your spleen and liver become enlarged. It's an uncommon symptom, but it happens. Because we were told this and my abdomen became swollen, we went back to the doctor after we were sure there was no more medicine in me.
We arrived at the doctors office where we waited for about an hour and a half. This whole waiting thing gets really irritating because I hate doctors offices. They smell really gross. That's one of the most disgusting smells to me. The doctors always smell like it too. I have never found a doctor I like. They always touch me and poke me and prod me and I don't like that.
After we get in to see the doctor, she pushes on me and talks a lot and then decides I need to get blood drawn. Damn it. I've only gotten blood drawn once and it was one of the most traumatizing experiences of my life. They couldn't find a good vein and after I fainted once we got to the car. It was scary. So I'm thinking, awesome, get ready to faint and cry and be in pain.
Day 3 was terrible. I woke up and my tonsils were so swollen there was about an eighth of an inch between both of them. That means I couldn't even swallow my own spit, much less any food. I also couldn't talk. Not because my voice was gone or anything. My voice was still there. My tonsils were so swollen that I couldn't move the back of my tongue to form any words. Every time I tried to, I sounded like I was a little mentally challenged. My whole abdomen was extremely swollen as well. The doctor told us I wasn't supposed to do any contact sports because there was a chance my spleen could burst. One of the symptoms of mono is your spleen and liver become enlarged. It's an uncommon symptom, but it happens. Because we were told this and my abdomen became swollen, we went back to the doctor after we were sure there was no more medicine in me.
We arrived at the doctors office where we waited for about an hour and a half. This whole waiting thing gets really irritating because I hate doctors offices. They smell really gross. That's one of the most disgusting smells to me. The doctors always smell like it too. I have never found a doctor I like. They always touch me and poke me and prod me and I don't like that.
After we get in to see the doctor, she pushes on me and talks a lot and then decides I need to get blood drawn. Damn it. I've only gotten blood drawn once and it was one of the most traumatizing experiences of my life. They couldn't find a good vein and after I fainted once we got to the car. It was scary. So I'm thinking, awesome, get ready to faint and cry and be in pain.
Monday (Day 1)
The day I found out I had mono I actually felt pretty bad so I stayed home from school. I called into work (Little Learners Day Care) to ask for the day off due to the fact that I didn't go to school and the jerks wouldn't give it to me so I went in anyway. You'd think since I work at a daycare and I was sick, they'd want me to stay home so I don't get the kids sick, but apparently not. I woke up right before I had to go to work because I was really tired so I had been sleeping the day away. I woke up to find my eyes extraordinarily swollen and I had the biggest bags under them I had ever seen. I felt worse than when I had gone back to sleep for my nap. But because They had told me I had to come into work, I did.
The moment I walked into the room I work in, Bridget, a woman I work with, ask me if I was okay. She didn't say hi Katrina or anything. I stepped one foot in and she asked if I was okay because that's how bad I looked. I told her I was fine. She had been gone the day before with pink eye and because of the look of my eyes she asked if I had it as well. I informed her that I just didn't really feel very good. So I suffered through work. It was probably the longest 2 and a half hours of my life. There were screaming kids that I had to chase and yell at and I had a headache.
After work my mom made me go to the doctors office where we waited for and hour. During that hour, my temperature proceeded to rise. I could feel it. My face got extremely hot and apparently flushed. I actually slept in the waiting room.
We finally got in to see the doctor. I explained to her that I had a headache, stomach ache, fatigue, sore throat, back and neck aches, stuffy nose, and when I got in there my temperature had risen to 103.2. I got tested for about every illness known to man. I got an x-ray, my nose swabbed, my throat swabbed, and blood drawn, and my finger pricked. I felt like a science experiment. It wasn't much fun.
They finally came to the consensus that I had mono. They told us it was a virus and the only thing we could do was treat the symptoms with Tylenol for the fever and some cold medicine for the rest. Bummer. This is gonna suck.
The moment I walked into the room I work in, Bridget, a woman I work with, ask me if I was okay. She didn't say hi Katrina or anything. I stepped one foot in and she asked if I was okay because that's how bad I looked. I told her I was fine. She had been gone the day before with pink eye and because of the look of my eyes she asked if I had it as well. I informed her that I just didn't really feel very good. So I suffered through work. It was probably the longest 2 and a half hours of my life. There were screaming kids that I had to chase and yell at and I had a headache.
After work my mom made me go to the doctors office where we waited for and hour. During that hour, my temperature proceeded to rise. I could feel it. My face got extremely hot and apparently flushed. I actually slept in the waiting room.
We finally got in to see the doctor. I explained to her that I had a headache, stomach ache, fatigue, sore throat, back and neck aches, stuffy nose, and when I got in there my temperature had risen to 103.2. I got tested for about every illness known to man. I got an x-ray, my nose swabbed, my throat swabbed, and blood drawn, and my finger pricked. I felt like a science experiment. It wasn't much fun.
They finally came to the consensus that I had mono. They told us it was a virus and the only thing we could do was treat the symptoms with Tylenol for the fever and some cold medicine for the rest. Bummer. This is gonna suck.
mono
Mono. Mononucleosis. I had the unfortunate luck of catching this virus. I have absolutely no idea how I ended up getting it. All I know is that I really wish I hadn't. It really kicked my ass. The most common symptoms of mono are a high fever, a severe sore throat, swollen glands and tonsils, and weakness and the most common and distinctive symptom is extreme fatigue. Symptoms usually start 4 to 6 weeks after you are exposed to the virus. Mono can cause the spleen to swell. Because mono is a virus, there's no medicine you can take to get rid of it. You can take medicine to treat the symptoms and try to make yourself more comfortable, but nothing is going to get rid of the mono. You just have to wait it out.
When I talked to the doctor, after I was diagnosed, she said we were having our own little invasion of mono is Cedar Rapids. It was even hitting older people and little kids which usually doesn't happen. It is most often seen in adolescents and young adults. Children can get the virus, but it often goes unnoticed because their symptoms are mild. Adults usually do not get mono, because they have immunity to the virus.
Unfortunately, I'm of the adolescent age so I am more susceptible to this nasty nasty illness. This kinda sucks. And it really sucks that mono never really leaves your system. It sticks with you forever! So it could flare up with the fatigue, but no other symptoms could pop up. I could be in class taking a test and all of a sudden feel like I have to take a nap or I'm just going to pass out. When you're like that you never do well on that test. There's no way to. I've taken tests before where I was under that spell and it's very disappointing. Especially if it's a very important test. No fun. So for the 3 weeks I was out of school were the worst three weeks of my life. I don't really remember much about it, but I'd be happy to take you through it to fill these posts :)
When I talked to the doctor, after I was diagnosed, she said we were having our own little invasion of mono is Cedar Rapids. It was even hitting older people and little kids which usually doesn't happen. It is most often seen in adolescents and young adults. Children can get the virus, but it often goes unnoticed because their symptoms are mild. Adults usually do not get mono, because they have immunity to the virus.
Unfortunately, I'm of the adolescent age so I am more susceptible to this nasty nasty illness. This kinda sucks. And it really sucks that mono never really leaves your system. It sticks with you forever! So it could flare up with the fatigue, but no other symptoms could pop up. I could be in class taking a test and all of a sudden feel like I have to take a nap or I'm just going to pass out. When you're like that you never do well on that test. There's no way to. I've taken tests before where I was under that spell and it's very disappointing. Especially if it's a very important test. No fun. So for the 3 weeks I was out of school were the worst three weeks of my life. I don't really remember much about it, but I'd be happy to take you through it to fill these posts :)
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