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?
Bridzilla Businessmen, Aughra, and the common cold
I thought my immune system was rock solid, no germ could penetrate it…how foolish to think that working in libraries for seven years would make me untouchable. I have been over taken by the common cold and I loath it with all my being. It all started on Thursday while at work. It was an average day, patrons coming and going, a few annoying teenagers, and a crazy, rambling woman who looked like Aughra.
Close resemblance to library patron
Though this is an obvious highlight (though a somewhat terrifying one) to the day, all was not made of sunshine and Dark Crystal muppet look a likes. As the day progressed my throat began to feel somewhat scratchy and I was developing a headache. Things that were usually slightly annoying now became intolerable (giggling girls) and so I sat on the floor behind the desk putting GST stickers on books allowing dear Ben to take care of all the patron’s extraneous internet needs. When I finally got home I passed out only to feel even worse the next morning. I attempted to remain immobile for the day, but the unfortunate reality of my life is that when I’m not at work or class I need to run errands. Hence I went to the Farmers market, Service Repro., the mall, and pet supplies plus while all I really wanted to do was lay back and let someone take care of me. Another annoyance if you are a single person who doesn’t live with their parents you are required to take care of your own sick self, no one to make you soup or tea, but yourself. Very unfair.
This morning I woke up to a pile of dirty dishes in my sink. They were there yesterday, but I was so absorbed in my misery that I didn’t pay them any particular attention. I feel better today, making my more coherent self take notice and be disgusted by the food particles clinging to the plates in the sink, but still to exhausted to bother doing them. I’m also at work all day, a nice 8-hour shift to make me feel just chipper about my fifty-million snot rags littering the waste bin. I could have called in sick, but I cannot afford it and I’m functional enough to sit at a desk and print off papers for our Internet People. How can one person have this much snot in them? Seriously, I think I’m just sneezing out my brains or something, because it doesn’t stop.
Today just got lovelier when I had a arrogant businessman come in wanting to fax an exhorbant amount of pages. I tried to get him to go to Kinkos “I don’t have time,” I tried to tell him I needed to clear it with my supervisor, “I don’t have time I’m going to go pay with my credit card” and I was too tired to put up a decent fight. Thus I am faxing 74 pages of bridal registrations. Screw you Bridal Expo.
Remember that time the Mattress exploded?
I decided to head back to my parents house for my final weekend before classes start since I probably won’t have the opportunity anytime soon. The first night I just relaxed and saw my parents, my sister’s new place, and generally did nothing. The next day I helped throw a king sized mattress over the balcony. Okay so we didn’t actually throw it, but flinging mattresses from the second story makes a better story than we gently lowered the mattress into other helpers waiting hands. I actually like the idea of an exploding mattress, but I doubt that would’ve gone over well considering I would start laughing my ass off.
Later I got to hang out with Lacy. We went to Applebees and our waiter had Flock of Seagulls hair and he sorta looked like Bono minus the glasses. Despite his unfortunate hairstyle he was a pretty good waiter (but he accidently gave me diet pepsi, ewww).
Afterwards Lacy and I went back to hang out on my parents deck and had a few drinks. We just talked on a variety of topics, but nothing eventful happened.
The following day was when all the mattress flinging occurred. Nothing too interesting though my stomach decided to revolt against me and I felt like crap. I still feel a little crappy, but better. I’ll be heading back to GR in a couple hours.
