A Little Cup of Cyanide

So, I have some mystery illness. Everyone has their ideas what it is. Cassie thinks that it's either my thyroid acting up or I'm anemic. Whatever that means. My dad thinks it's my thyroid, because according to him, once you start medicating something, it decides it has help so it doesn't need to work as hard. (I kind of want to write a comic about this. Mr. Thyroid going all orgasmic over some Synthroid.) And Bridget thinks I have mono, because I feel exactly how she did when she had it.

I don't think it's my thyroid, first off. Because I already had this issue last summer, and while I'm perfectly aware that it can and probably will get worse, it doesn't feel the same. It's a hundred times worse in the 'let me go to sleep or die a terribly slow, painful death' area. Also, I'm not hungry at all. Yesterday I had half a vanilla pudding cup. After that I went to sleep and didn't eat again until I had the other half today. I didn't lose my appetite until after I started taking the medicine. And while I'm pretty sure this isn't my problem, I'm really hoping it is. Then I can get some stronger pills (holy crap, I sound like a junkie now...) and be better in a few days. Hopefully before finals.

I don't think it's mono either, because there's no way in hell I could catch it. I don't eat or drink after people. It's gross and completely unsanitary. And I sure as hell don't go around making out with random people. I don't make out with anyone, actually. And if I have mono, all I can do is sleep and wait for gods only know how long until it decides to go away. And I don't have that time because I have papers to write and finals to take and classes to go to and work to do.