Went to urgent care yesterday and as it turns out, I have bronchitis. So yes... the infection in my gooch literally just put on a fake mustache and sneaked it's way into my lungs. This is somehow even more painful then the puss sack growing next to my balls. The coughing fits have resulted in deep muscle pulls in my stomach. so every time I cough now it feels like someone is stretching my organs with meat hooks. Urgent care prescribed me with an antibiotic inhaler, Azithromycin tablets, and an extra strength cough medicine. The cough medicine is great for helping me sleep. Which is good, because I haven't slept in about 3 days now. But that also means that taking it during the day mean that I'm very loopy. I'm beginning to cough up green and brown slime now, so hopefully that's the infection being pushed out. How many god damn infections is my body going to push out?

I wanna say that I'm through the worst of it now as the coughing has slowed down. But the pain is so intense I need 6-10 painkillers a day right now... which I'm sure will result in some serious liver damage if I'm not careful. I'm pretty sure the coughing did a lot of internal damage. Worst still is that our next Art Market is tomorrow, and I'll probably be dropping out as much as I don't want to. T.T Why does being alive need to hurt so much?