so i'm off to the dr. mom nagged me enough over the phone for me to know it was serious as i spoke to my big gay al best friend back in cali at midnight last night and he wanted to hear the wheeze. so i did. and he laughed then said yep, you've got typhoid.
i know its a joke but after hearing me put effort into breathing like that on the phone i realized that mom's right (when is she not?). I need to see a dr. Sad part is i'm probably going to have to take a payday loan to pay my rent this month. :( damnit
damned Dr's are so expensive.
The writing's still on. :) i'm not done baby! ;p