Okay, now that I’ve finished this damn paper, I figure I might as well put this thing to use.
Things that have been prevalent in my life in this point in time:
- Finals Week
- That damn history paper
- Packing
- My Boyfriend
- Possibly contracting TB
Well I guess obviously the one that’s most important is the TB thing. Because you can possibly die from that. So basically, I come back from my last anime club meeting where we wound up watching stuff until after 12. I was tired and cranky, and my roommates were just going off to sleep. And on my desk I see a giant box; it was one of those care packages LaSalle gives out if your parents pay for it. Well, seeing as I’ve gotten about a hundred of them already, I wasn’t surprised. I was going to ignore the box until tomorrow, but it was open, so I approached my desk. My one roomie, who was still up, told me it was delivered like that. I quipped she opened it but she got defensive. Clearly it was so late she didn’t realize I was joking. Even if she did open the damn thing I wouldn’t have cared. I only like about half the candy in it anyway.
But clearly none of this has to do with TB. I’m getting to that part. So next to the box on my desk was a letter from the dean. Usually LaSalle puts that crap in your mailbox, so it immediately peaked my interest. My roommate told me that it was about someone in my dorm contracting TB. So I rip that sucker open and read the letter. It’s very vague about the whole testing thing, saying something about our local health department contacting us. Well, of course that freaks me the hell out and I have to call my brother in the middle of the night because I know my mom is no help to me after she falls asleep (for all those who haven’t heard the bathroom story IM me and I’ll tell it to you). So he calms me down and I’m able to finally go to sleep.
See, my problem is I’m intensely afraid of needles. I can’t see them, touch them, even be in the same room as them without freaking out. I so much as think about needles I freak out. So the thought of having to go get a shot is not my idea of a good day. Yeah yeah I know I could die. Seriously, my mom eventually said the right thing by saying “If you get it you’ll need even more shots.” That’s really the only way to convince me to get one. It’s funny, because people don’t understand exactly just how afraid of them I am. They assume it’s like most people’s fear of needles, but I’ve gone beyond that.
So anyway, now my family and I are playing it by ear. Both the letters we received (my mom got one too) says that we should be contacted by our local department of health, so we’re waiting for them to contact us before we do anything. I’m grateful for that, because at first my mom wanted me to get a shot right away. I think it’s her way of acknowledging my fear, so I’m really grateful for it. So that’s pretty much the latest on the TB thing. Oh, me and my roommates know who the person is too. I’ve never hung out with her despite the fact she’s in my side of the hall, but my other roommate was friends with her roommate. She claims she hasn’t been around that girl in a while though. And my first roommate got tested and it came back negative, so I think everything will work out for the best.
