my funeral is next week

I made sure the twitter world was updated with my health clinic visit today.

"If you hear something about my funeral next week, it's because my mom is forcing me to get shots today." 

To me, a shot is more than a disease fighter, it's a deadly weapon.
Today I faced my fears and got the two shots I needed for college. That sweet nurse of mine baby talked me through it and when it was all over, I was surprised to find that I was still alive. However, my skin tone somehow turned transparent and I stopped breathing. I mumbled "throw up" over and over until the trash can was in front of me. I threw up, stood up, and went down to the floor. My head pounded and my energy level became non-existent. 

So there I was, on the floor crying holding my head like a five year old with the nurse freaking out. I just make myself so proud of the woman I'm becoming. 

As my eyesight narrowed, blackness took over. Yeah, I totally passed out after getting two shots. 

I mean I honestly decided to take pictures of myself with my band-aids because I thought it would be nice to have survivor photos. Oh gosh, I'm such a strong person.

 If I would of died, my funeral would probably be sometime next week. Good thing I'm still breathing.

Oh oh oh, side note! My best friend, JakeyPoo, got me burger king (the exact order I get every time) and brought it to my house because my brother told him about me passing out. I have such a sweetheart to claim as my guy bff. Here's a picture of the sweet guy:

This is me being really dramatic right now. (at least I got burger king)