Before I start writing anything:
Thank you guys so so so much for 1000 page views! I just opened blogger and was so impressed by that number welcoming me. Seriously, I am really grateful and I hope that you enjoy my posts so far.
Okay, but now: Hello everyone.
I hope you had a good week, because I sure as hell hadn't. (nice transition, I know)
Those who follow me on twitter surely couldn't avoid me moaning about being ill. Not that kind of "Uuuh I have a a cold my nose feels weird"-ill. No, I mean full on "I can't move, don't look at me I am dying"-ill. It started Wednesday in school. In music we had to write an analysis and interpretation of a certain piece by Schumann (actually forgot which one).
For two hours I sat directly in the sun and obviously got quite hot. During work I already started feeling weird and a bit dizzy, but I thought it was just because of the sun.
After that we had German and the feeling just wouldn't disappear. I started annoying my friends and they were playing it down so I figured it was still because of the intense sun.
In biology I was absolutely sure that I did not only feel bad because of that. We spent an hour watching a less interesting movie about evolution in complete darkness. And I was literally dying.
After that nerve wrecking hour I left school, with my friends's blessing. (An actual quote here: "Yea, you should better leave, you look like shit."... thanks haha)
At home I laid myself down on the sofa and fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke up at 5 p.m I was an absolute wreck. My mother stuffed me with Paracetamol, Dobendan, Sinupret and more lovely medicine.
Thursday morning it was sure for me to stay home. Throughout the day I read Harry Potter 3 (for the hundreds time I suppose), drank so much tea, ate soup and slept. Hasn't been necessarily productive, but I was exhausted because my body was constantly fighting the illness inside of me. It was also rainy and dark which dragged me down. Most of the time I kept my windows covered because I couldn't stand the clouds and grayness.
Friday morning I took a shower and noticed that I had some weird red spots on my arms. I did not worry too much, because I already had those like two years ago. I went to my mum and she gave me cream. I stopped giving attention to them until I woke up from my afternoon nap and got changed. Because when I put on my boxers I noticed that my legs were red dotted and when I touched them they hurt and started itching. I freaked out a bit and ran to my mum who then gave me some more cream and a weird pill which did help the itching.
In the evening I looked at the enclosed label from every medicine I got and turns out:
The rash comes from the Paracetamol. I am the lucky person who gets the "very rare" side-effect of nettle rash. Thanks Universe!
The next morning was awful! The sickness was gone, but the allergic reaction was terrible. The rash was now spreading up my neck, my hands and my feet and I was constantly afraid that my face was gonna get injured. Luckily the rash let everything out, except for my eyes.
At about 11 a.m my eyes started itching, became red, I had to sneeze constantly and couldn't open them completely. I felt like a dying new born rabbit!
We went to the doctor and she gave me eye drops. When I used them they didn't seem to help at first but in the evening it got better and the redness on my arms and legs disappeared as well.
So here I am, Sunday afternoon, not feeling ill anymore. But because of that tragedy I couldn't do any homework and couldn't work on my 15 page essay. I hope my teachers won't decapitate me for my need to recover, but they often have no sympathy for anything like that.
I guess my lesson for today is: Better stay in school and don't wish to be ill, as I know some people sometimes do. My last four days had been terrible and I would have preferred to go to school...
I hope you are doing good,
Paula Charlotte.
Thank you guys so so so much for 1000 page views! I just opened blogger and was so impressed by that number welcoming me. Seriously, I am really grateful and I hope that you enjoy my posts so far.
Okay, but now: Hello everyone.
I hope you had a good week, because I sure as hell hadn't. (nice transition, I know)
Those who follow me on twitter surely couldn't avoid me moaning about being ill. Not that kind of "Uuuh I have a a cold my nose feels weird"-ill. No, I mean full on "I can't move, don't look at me I am dying"-ill. It started Wednesday in school. In music we had to write an analysis and interpretation of a certain piece by Schumann (actually forgot which one).
For two hours I sat directly in the sun and obviously got quite hot. During work I already started feeling weird and a bit dizzy, but I thought it was just because of the sun.
After that we had German and the feeling just wouldn't disappear. I started annoying my friends and they were playing it down so I figured it was still because of the intense sun.
In biology I was absolutely sure that I did not only feel bad because of that. We spent an hour watching a less interesting movie about evolution in complete darkness. And I was literally dying.
After that nerve wrecking hour I left school, with my friends's blessing. (An actual quote here: "Yea, you should better leave, you look like shit."... thanks haha)
At home I laid myself down on the sofa and fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke up at 5 p.m I was an absolute wreck. My mother stuffed me with Paracetamol, Dobendan, Sinupret and more lovely medicine.
Thursday morning it was sure for me to stay home. Throughout the day I read Harry Potter 3 (for the hundreds time I suppose), drank so much tea, ate soup and slept. Hasn't been necessarily productive, but I was exhausted because my body was constantly fighting the illness inside of me. It was also rainy and dark which dragged me down. Most of the time I kept my windows covered because I couldn't stand the clouds and grayness.
Friday morning I took a shower and noticed that I had some weird red spots on my arms. I did not worry too much, because I already had those like two years ago. I went to my mum and she gave me cream. I stopped giving attention to them until I woke up from my afternoon nap and got changed. Because when I put on my boxers I noticed that my legs were red dotted and when I touched them they hurt and started itching. I freaked out a bit and ran to my mum who then gave me some more cream and a weird pill which did help the itching.
In the evening I looked at the enclosed label from every medicine I got and turns out:
The rash comes from the Paracetamol. I am the lucky person who gets the "very rare" side-effect of nettle rash. Thanks Universe!
The next morning was awful! The sickness was gone, but the allergic reaction was terrible. The rash was now spreading up my neck, my hands and my feet and I was constantly afraid that my face was gonna get injured. Luckily the rash let everything out, except for my eyes.
At about 11 a.m my eyes started itching, became red, I had to sneeze constantly and couldn't open them completely. I felt like a dying new born rabbit!
We went to the doctor and she gave me eye drops. When I used them they didn't seem to help at first but in the evening it got better and the redness on my arms and legs disappeared as well.
So here I am, Sunday afternoon, not feeling ill anymore. But because of that tragedy I couldn't do any homework and couldn't work on my 15 page essay. I hope my teachers won't decapitate me for my need to recover, but they often have no sympathy for anything like that.
I guess my lesson for today is: Better stay in school and don't wish to be ill, as I know some people sometimes do. My last four days had been terrible and I would have preferred to go to school...
I hope you are doing good,
Paula Charlotte.
