being sick at college is not at all the same as being sick at home.
last night i had never felt so miserable. So being the baby that I can be, I called my parents.
Who doesn't want to talk to mom and dad when they're not feeling well...at least so I thought?
But apparently my mom's idea of tender loving care was yelling at me. The 35 minute trip
to the emergency room was absolutely horrific, not only did I have to hear that loud obnoxious
voice that made me want to vomit, but she insisted on driving like a maniac.
I've learned I'm a grown up now. That magic number 18 that says you're independent.
Well I am now fully embracing it. Next time I'm sick and feel like I'm going to die, I won't
be calling my parents.
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