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Okay, so its been a while, so there's a cut so it doesn't take up too much space.
Oy. I don't want to update, but I probably should. Hokay, so the 5th was Sabrina's (my roommate's) birthday, so on friday I got her a pressie. She likes lotions that smell sweet, so I got her some from Bath and Body Works. I was tired when I got home, so I took a nap. Then I got up and ate and Sabrina and L were back from their week in Lake Tahoe. Their friend Jana, and her boyfriend Justin were there as they'd gone to Tahoe as well. So that night, L, Sabrina, Jana, Justin, and I went to Riptide, this divey, nautical themed bar not too far from us. It makes me feel like a pirate. Kostya didn't want to go, so we took off.
So we go there and they had this small sign with Cartman from "South Park" on it. It had a recipe for a drink called a "Fingerbang." It was really good. It had a couple of shots of whatever in it, but it was sweet, like candy! Then I had a couple of purple hooters, which is a drink with some different juices in it. Yummy! So anyways, this guy started hitting on me! Guys finally hit on my once I'm married. I'm not upset, just slightly amused by fate. There was also like a divey, lame, buffet set up, with hot dogs and spaghetti in a crock pot. It look creepy, but Jana ate some. She's hardcore, yo. Anyways, some guy from Boston tried to talk to L, and then came over to Sabrina and I. He wanted to know why she's so shy..... Right. Sabrina and I started laughing and we told him about some of her scary aspects, hoping he'd leave her alone. Because he's so not her type. I told him I was a computer programer from the San Francisco Chronicle and my name was Katherine. It was fun.
Then we got home, and in our drunken hunger, ordered a pizza and watched a move (Underworld: Evolution). After the food, I fell asleep on the floor. I woke up when the movie ended and went to bed.
The next day was actually Sabrina's birthday. We went to this place in the Mission. It was Me, L, Sabrina, Jana, Justin, Sabrina's boyfriend Steven, and her friends Andrea, Matt, B.J., and Justing (there were two). Anyways, they sold pitchers of margarita so I got a bit tipsy on them. But they didn't sit well, so I didn't drink much the rest of the night. Kostya didn't go because he doesn't have a lot of money to go out and he felt bad for not buying Sabrina a present. L said he was being lame, and while I didn't care for her wording, its true. So we went bar hopping, and at this point, I was really freaking tired. Eventually five of us squeezed into Andrea's mustang and went home. And I slept.
Nothing much happened after that, but then on monday night, when I was in the shower, I started coughing. No bit whoop. So I went to be and I tossed and turned. The hours crawled by as I dozed and woke, dozed and woke, dozed and woke. My throat was really sore, and I felt crappy. I though "Shit, I'm going to have to get up soon!" so I looked at my watch and it was only 2 or 3 in the morning. So I got up, had some tea, took some iburprophin, and watched some t.v. Eventually, I went to be and called in sick the next day.
I kept on coughing up that LOVELY green mucus, and I felt crappy on Wednesday, too so I didn't go to work. Everyone kept saying "call the doctor, visit the doctor." But I wasn't feverish, throwing up, or bleeding. I went to work on thursday and friday. Friday was Alexandra's (she's was one of the interns for the summer) last day, so we went to lunch and Stan kindly had the firm pay for the meal. So yay free lunch!
Saturday was the firm barbeque. I was looking forward to the a) free food b) free alcohol c) hanging out with Shaun and Kathleen and d) seeing any of the lawyers getting shitfaced. But on friday, Kostya decided not to go, even though he'd said that he would. He flaked again and I was not pleased. Then I coughed all night and slept badly, so I didn't go. I didn't do well on sunday either, and at 3 in the morning on Monday, I coughed for an hour straight, so much and so hard that I pulled my stomach muscles. It felt like I'd done 400 stomach crunches. So I laid on the couch (I didn't want to wake up K) for three hours. So I didn't go to work, and I made a doctor's appointment for the afternoon. I had to take two buses, so I left early for the appointment. I missed one bus, and accidently got off at the wrong place. The trip should have taken 45 minutes, and it took me like an hour and a half. But I got there and my doctor is this old Russian man, as is the receptionist. He was really nice, but he didn't explain what was wrong. He just listened to my lungs, discussed my symptoms with me, and gave me a prescription. The antibiotics are like, serious fuck-off-ninja pills where you take one a day for three days.
I asked what was wrong, if it was just the mucus in my lungs, and he said it could easily turn into bronchitus or pneumonia (eep!). So I went to the pharmacy downstairs and it too 45 mintues to get my prescription. It was ready earlier, but no one told me. Then I was waiting for bus #2 outside, and one drove past us, not stopping. Then another one didn't come by for 40 minutes. Then finally, one came by, and which point I realized I could have taken one of the numerous #1s that went by. Oy.
So I got home at 5, having left my apartment at 12:30. I was so tired, esp. after getting so little sleep. So I went home, made some quick dinner (because if Kostya cooked every night, it would be spaghetti noodles, hot pockets, rice, or fried potatoes). Then we watched tv and I went to bed.
This morning I felt so much better but I guess cuz my lungs are all scratchy sounding, I was making these wierd groaning noises all night, so Kostya (unbeknownst to me), slept on the couch. But I'm at work today. Um, yay?