Epic Florida Adventure continued
The exciting continuation of Kate’s Epic Florida Adventure!
We last saw are Heroine traversing Elizabethtown, Kentucky for an Arbys in order to satisfy her hunger.
We entered Arbys starved and bladders to the point of bursting, so we rushed to the bathrooms. After relieving ourselves we found a gaggle of teenage girls (okay so like 3 teen girls and one girl who looked about 12 but trying to appear older) an older woman I assume to be their mother and a man. In my absolute boredom (you must remember I’ve been a car for over 6 hours) I decided to people watch these sad creatures and was rewarded for my efforts. I found the man who I assumed to be the father since I only saw the back of his head and he was much taller than the women, turned out to be a young man who looked to be in his early twenties. I suppose he was attractive if you like jock types, but he was key to the small event that played out. When the 16 (she may have been older but she looked 16) turned and saw me there she glared at me and proceeded to start playing with jock boy’s fingers and stroking her arm. I was waiting for her to pee on him, clearly marking her territory, but alas, it was not to be. Thus we purchased out food and left the silly, territorial girl with ‘Juicy’ written across her velour sweatsuit covered butt, to her insipid nature and continued on our journey.
After this side trip we learned on the road that there are no bathrooms in Tennessee, Badcocks and More is really just a furniture company, that Florida sports a Smokin Butts Barbecue. SBB sells BQ sauce on their website so if you do order some let me know if it tastes like Smokin Butts or not. At the end of it all we finally reached Panama City Beach.
End Part One
Totally Epic Florida Adventure Part One
Part One: The Drive
Sane people take planes, especially when going from Michigan to Florida in the middle of winter. Unfortunately my Grandmother is a bit barmy and enlisted our aid in carrying out her crazy plan of driving there. My father drove my Grandma’s truck while my mother and I followed in our car to Panama City Beach (20 something hours).
In order to keep myself entertained I looked for amusing signs and landmarks. In Ohio I got to see the most holy ‘Big Butter Jesus’ .
and Big Bone Lick State Park and nearby was Dinosaur World and they had a Big T-Rex with its sign. I asked if we could stop and be big dorks by going, bu
t unfortunately my mother, grumpy from traffic jams which Ohio was basically one giant car sandwich, and not very receptive to the idea. Instead we made a quick stop in Elizabethtown, but not the cool historic part featured in the movie, but the ‘hey its a gas station and an Arbys’ district’.
to be continued…
Something a Little Less Dramatic
So no seizures since the 16th, woo hoo! I am now back in Grand Rapids and trying to return to my normal life, whilst answering many “are you okay?” and “What happend?” inquiries. Upon my return to work my lovely coworkers presented me with a care package and made me feel very loved (I am sure the only like me, but I’ll pretend its luv). I was highly entertained by the cards, especially the one featuring my “Favorite” patron and the one that accused me of seizing as a way of getting attention (love you too, Bill). I also enjoyed the OMG 90s mix cd and rocked out to it accordingly using my new pipe cleaner headsets. I munched on peanut M&Ms and read all my cards whilst eating left over thanksgiving.
On the downside I am completely behind in all my classes and have no idea how I shall get everything done by the 8th. I had emailed my professors and received mixed responses. One told me not to worry about anything and we would talk upon my return. Another just reminded me I had a paper and presentation due when I get back. A third said I should rest up, don’t worry about the missed classes, but also gave me the final assignment (that I haven’t been able to work on!). Finally my last professor didn’t answer my emails and I haven’t been able to get a hold of him, so I worry. If any of them try and fail me I shall raise hell and there we go. You know they say I should avoid stress to help prevent more seizures, but they have taken away most of my stress relievers. No driving (having to walk every where and try and get suppplies isn’t exactly fun), no baths, no alcohol…sigh, I suppose I could have massages, but don’t know anyone who would give me one (I have no money to go pay for one), so if any one wants to help my cause give me a call.
Why life sucks right now
Last Sunday I had a seizure, ended up spending the night at the hospital where they poked and prodded me and made me eat Gordon Food Service food, ewww…
Poking and prodding can be defined as the following..
1) Lumbar Puncture
Imagine this in your spine
2) MRI
3) EKG
I kept falling asleep during this one
Then I got to stay in the hospital overnight and the next day they had me on a liquid diet, which consisted of jello and broth from GFS which was absolutely disgusting and will help clear your bowels. I then had a neurologist talk to me for about a minute, explain that I had a seizure, they don’t know why and prescribed me Dilantin, which apparently makes you more susceptible to gingevitus (lucky me). Of course they only gave me a prescription for a month of dilantin, so I was told to make an appointment with the neurologist for a check up so I could get more. The funny thing is the neurologist’s office doesn’t want to give me an appointment since I have no insurance, isn’t that lovely? The hospital also forgot to mention that lumbar punctures will give you a practically dehabilitating head-ache/migraine for roughly a week and the only thing that helps is lying down. Thus I have been stuck on a couch/in bed all week, bored out of my skull. My Mum had bought tickets months ago to see Avenue Q at the Fisher theater for us for today, so I forced myself to endure to go see it. My headache reared its ugly head half way through, so even though I enjoyed the play, a pounding headache does put a damper on things. Then to make matters worse when we got home we were informed that my Aunt had passed away. I was never close with my Aunt, but isn’t my mom dealing with a seizuring kid enough for one week? If there is a God I would really like to punch him in the face right now.
So I’m not dying…
Sometimes unexplainable events occur…or maybe they do have an explanation, but no one happens to know what it is. This past Sunday I spent my afternoon/night in the ER, freaking out my parents and family considerably. SInce my release from the hospital I was taken back to my hometown by my parents to see our family doctor and give me a rest so a repeat performance does not occur. The following is an account of the incident as best my addled brain could remember.
On Sunday afternoon I was oil painting on the sixth floor at Kendall. I felt a bit woozy around 3 so I decided to take a break and get something to eat. I headed to Jimmy Johns, got a sub, and headed back to the school’s commons (Basement) to devour it. I took about two bites of my sandwich and the next thing I know I’m waking up roughly two hours later with abrasions on my chin and upper lip and bruises on my nose and forehead. I shortly thereafter began vomiting in a near by trash can. I made my way to my car and drove myself home. Once at home I came upon my roommate who was at her car and she was looking at me very perplexed (abrasions on face) and I then vomited again inside. Elise (roommate) offered to take me to the emergency room and I accepted. While there I threw up some more and felt super cold. I was hooked up to an iv drip, had a cat scan, and they did some tests while I was huddled under about six blankets (still cold). The cat scan showed us nothing as did all the tests so they sent me home theorizing I had a seizure and I should see a neurologist. It was decided that my parents were going to come get me from GR and take me home to see the family doctor for a second opinion. After over a thousand dollars in tests nothing has been determined, freak occurrence and it’ll hopefully never happen again. Thank you for anyone who called me out of concern…or was that just gossip?
Squirrel Poo and Sex Education…
I wrote a whole epic post on birthdays, and homeless guys, and cake and whatnot, but I accidently deleted it. I don’t feel like rewriting it all so instead let us talk about Squirrel poop. Yes, Squirrel poop. When my mother came up to visit this weekend she told me of her latest obsession, why has she never seen a squirrel poop or any of their droppings? Squirrels are everywhere, so why not there fecal matter? Well, they do actually poop.
Proof!
I also helped some teenager girls find the sex books. They were wandering around browsing the shelves, but apparently looking for someone young enough and non-judgmental looking to point them in the right direction. Take that Sarah Palin I am helping provide teens with sex education materials. Bwhahahahaha!.
Ugh…I hate patrons
Working at a library one expects mispronounciations to come up amongst the patrons. Today I was called a libarian, but not by a child, but by an adult male. Now I normally wouldn’t make fun of someone for this (okay that is probably a lie) but he did two things that I absolutely hate, so he is fair game.
1) Yelling to me from your computer. I am a human being, please get your lazy ass up and walk to my desk if you have a question. This is a librarym so don’t yell across the room for me.
2) When he finally did get up and come to the desk (I ignored him when he yelled across the room) he interupted while I was helping another patron. Wait your turn pal, the computer isn’t going anywhere.
So he gets up to the desk and says his card isn’t working. Do you want to know why your card wasn’t working? Do you? It’s because you left off the last digit of your card #, dumbass that’s why. After getting him on the Internet, he then comes up to ask if he can use our phones (desk phone not pay phone) to call the unemployment agency. What the hell?
I’ve been at the library since noon and have been up since 7:30 am, running on about 5 hours of sleep…ugh, I hate patrons
I’m tired and have too much beer…yes I’m lame and I know it
I’m tired of classes. It’s sad, it has only been a month and I’m already worn out. I painted five self portraits this weekend, I only needed three, but I didn’t like two of them so I redid them. I was a little worried since I did all of them like the day before they were due. Normally this would result in my stuff looking craptacular in comparison to everyone elses, but guess what…they sucked too! Half the class failed to show, two didn’t finish the assignment, and three did it wrong. Weirdly enough in spite of this miracle mine ended up getting torn apart during critque. It was all nit picky stuff, but annoying considering everyone else was getting kid-gloves critique. Oh well…maybe I’ll get the pansy critque in Abstract Painting, because in abstract I’m a sped. I don’t really understand how one does Abstract painting wrong, but apparently it is possible and I’m doing it.
Bill left too much beer in my fridge (thanks Bill) and now my roommate is planning to take it back to Lansing to give her friends. Please come and partake of the 20 something PBR that is sitting in my fridge. I would take care of it all myself, but I don’t drink alone so come help a girl out.
Some Sketches and some other stuff…
I scanned in some stuff from my sketchbook today, because I was bored and figured as an art student I should probably put some form of art on here. Anyway work is boring. Though I thought of Bill today when a really pretty guy came in, he was wandering about on crutches. He may have exploded the scanner, Bill, that’s how pretty. I need to start doing some of my paintings for class, but have a decided lack of dedication to them. This is perhaps due to my hatred of oil painting and of abstract painting. Who would have thought?
Rant: I hate the tall patron with the big, leather coat and stupid little hat. He is an ass. Do not wave at me from across the library because you are a moron and don’t know how to turn on a computer. Be polite, walk up to the desk and tell me that you are too stupid to turn on a computer. Common courtesy, learn and use it. Actually how about I start ignoring you, because you are a moron and I am smart. I’m not usually condescending, but really there are some people than I am just better than. Stupid hat guy, you are one of those people. End Rant.
