Happy F'ing New Year to Me

I really only think I have premonitions part of the time. It's not like I can see dead people, or can predict the future, but there are times I've had some serious déjà vu from what I can only assume were dreams. Granted, I can't recall any of those times right now and it's not like I avoided being hit by a bus, but it was eerie nonetheless.

December 31, 2008- I'm at my friend R's house, hanging out and talking girl talk before we go out for New Year's Eve. We're discussing this dude she likes who is avoiding her because of a cold sore, commenting on what a baby he is over a stupid cold sore. Then we ponder the fact that he could be having an outbreak, and is just afraid to tell her. This goes on for awhile, and then we start drinking.

January 1, 2009- I wake up hungover as all hell, and spend quality time with a toilet. Other than the fact that my head and my stomach are at war, nothing seems amiss.

January 2, 2009- Get a decent night's sleep, wake up and do my morning potty. WHICH BURNS. Not like a too much sex UTI, but like I have a cut. I get out a mirror and look- it seems I have managed to take off some skin in areas where all the skin should stay on. Okay, do not panic, call doctor. Doctor is taking a day off.

January 3-4, 2009- Panic all weekend. Am convinced I have herpes but refuse to drive myself crazy by looking at pictures. Look at other pictures of any other possible diagnoses. Barely wear pants because it's too uncomfortable.

January 5, 2009- Finally get ahold of my doctor's office...appointment is unfortunately in the afternoon. 50% of me thinks it's bad news. 50% of me thinks it's good news.
Sadly, the former 50% won. My doctor, wonderful woman that she is, visually diagnosed it but orders a blood test anyway. I am having trouble functioning as a human being at this point, but make my way over to get poked and donate some O+. Eventually make it home to officially have a heart attack, cry myself dry, and basically wonder what I'm going to do with my life. And not just in a job sense.

January 6-8, 2009- Am unable to eat. Am unable to sleep. Am unable to do anything beyond what a monkey could do, and even then a monkey could do everything better than me. I am on the verge of shriveling up because I have cried every ounce of fluid in my body. There are weird moments where I think that I'll survive and do smart stuff like join a herpes dating website (who knew) and a local group for people with herpes. Then I realize that I have a disease that most people want to vomit when they think about, and I crash again. I await the official diagnosis, but know in my heart that it's true.

January 9, 2009- Yup, I've got herpes. Am still taking what seems like the largest pill on the face of the earth, but am not crying as much.

So this may seem like a lot at once, but I have a lot of catching up to do.