I have one more day of antibiotics left. I feel better than I did before. I'm still coughing up plenty of junk, my chest is sore and I tire easily. I get short of breath after talking or walking. But my fever and night sweats appear to be gone, and my muscle aches are gone too. So that's something.

Ever since that guy at the clinic looked at me kind of weird when he realized my age and that my mom had brought me there, I've been thinking that maybe I should be more independent than I am. But then I realize my situation is different from most people my age and that I don't really care what some unfriendly stranger thinks about my situation. Just my tired mind obsessing and worrying.