A shell that doesn't want to cooperate

Well so far college has been going good. I'm enjoying most of my classes. My hardest class is English. Why? Because its been hard to keep up with. Its a more accelerated than what I had anticipated. Not to mention I had to update my MLA handbook because it was about 13 years old. Which is why I wanted to take English, because I needed a serious brushing up on how to write for college. Too much time writing on the Internet you can lose it all.
At the end of September my GI doctor prescribed me another medication. The previous medication did nothing. At first the new medication also did nothing. About 5 or 6 days after taking the new medication, things started to go down hill fast. Last weekend my stomach started getting queasy. By Tue I was fully nauseated and projectiling. Great right in the middle of Mid-Term week, I'm projectiling. Just what I wanted. I called the doctor and they immediately wanted me to stop taking the medication and to start taking another medication. Which I haven't started yet. So Thurs I was still very ill, and I manage to take my self to the ER. I have huge bruises on my arms for it. and I had a history mid-term and a paper due for English that day. I was given two types of anti nausea medicine and a bag of fluids. That should of taken care of the issue. Nope. I was back in the ER on Sat.
This time I had to call and have my sister drive up from Burlington to take me to the ER, because I was feeling too weak and still projectiling, I knew that I would not survive a 40 min bus ride to the ER. This round of anti nausea medicine and fluids finally gave me the relief. I needed. For now.
In the meantime I have miss a full week of school and the week before I'm missing assignments because I didn't get them done from dealing with the medication at home. Once again my shell is reminding me of my limitations. I really hate that. I'm constantly at battle with my shell and my mind. My mind wants to conquer the world my shell puts me back to earth. It's the whole will of mind over matter. Sometimes I find the will to function despite my ills and sometimes I can't. Sometimes it makes me look dumb for being sick and still going out. When you are single and have no one to really rely on to take care of you when you are ill, you become a rock in a hard place. Then it makes you look dumb to go to class sick. Yet, there are attendance policies. Really frustrating. I just wish my shell would keep calm and let me do what I want. Being in school and doing well..Not laying in the ER being poked and jabbed twice in a week.Yeah back to the GI specialist on Wed.