Fucking tree.... DAMN I will kill everyone in the world!
There are several things that make the emergency room, or ER as it is commonly referred to as, one of the lesser preferred vacation spots. One of these is the fact that you generally learn things you never wanted to know, such as the use of wrists for arterial blood draws that are far more painful and difficult to stop than the typical venal blood draws at the elbow. (The reason it is done at the wrist is because its the spot with the lowest pressure - just try stopping bleeding from, say, the carotid). Anyway, this was one of the tidbits I picked up on my rather morbid journey to the ER Saturday evening (last night).
I went because of the sudden appearance of hundred of very dark floater spots in my left eye, whose appearance corresponded closely enough with the early signs of a detached retina that I felt it was most prudent to seek medical assessment immediately, especially after my severe immune reaction to the penicillin shots I received Thursday that set my heart racing at 160 bpm for over nine hours with a high fever, sweats, delirium, and aches. Fortunately the fever broke around 3 am and I've been feeling fine since then. Anyway, after initial assessment by the ER doctor (who, I might add, while very nice was no where near as cute as Noah Wyle) I saw an ophthalmologist today (10 AM on a sunday! ouch!) and I'll be seeing a retinal specialist later this week. There is definitely something unusual with my left eye - something about my optic nerve being raised/protruding or something, but it's unclear whether it's just benign debris buildup or the early stages of something more serious. We shall see.
OH, on Thursday my boss and I went to GW's Gelman library and got microfiche of the Baltimore Sun and found that article I was looking for (despite my rapidly declining health at the time). Success with research! Yes!
The Fourth was good... had a BBQ with joshua and then OMG we went to the most AWKARD PARTY EVER. This guy and his roommates basically invited people over that didn't know each other and NO ONE talked except to people they already knew, ourselves included. Best part of the whole situation is that when we left, we were half-way back to the metro when Joshua realized he had left his backpack. We sent him and Michael back alone to get it while the rest of us sat around and laughed our asses, knowing we wouldn't be able to keep it together if we went back. That, and we wanted to sit.
DC tourists are one of the most amusing breeds of tourist. There were more of them in town than even when the freaking POPE came, making metro travel that more annoying (and amusing). One this date especially they all travel in color-coordinated packs of red, white, and blue. OH, and for two years running I've been caught in a fucking downpour on the 4th. This time, however, I was wearing shorts that were nearly see-through when wet, i.e., Joshua was able to see and comment on how cute my turquoise blue undies were. Which is true, they ARE cute/sexy, but still, not the whole world needed to know that while I pouted about being wet.
We watched the fireworks from the LXR rooftop, where the only big fuck-off tree in the entire neighborhood that could obscure of view did so. Fucking trees. Still, they were pretty. David called me later, which made me happy, but then we went out to Town, where my exhausted and grumpy self was, well, exhausted and grumpy, and so I left fairly early. The end.
Other than that I've watched a lot of star trek and done some sprucing up of my perpetually dirty room. I put some laundry in a few minutes ago.
I really need a hobby.
I went because of the sudden appearance of hundred of very dark floater spots in my left eye, whose appearance corresponded closely enough with the early signs of a detached retina that I felt it was most prudent to seek medical assessment immediately, especially after my severe immune reaction to the penicillin shots I received Thursday that set my heart racing at 160 bpm for over nine hours with a high fever, sweats, delirium, and aches. Fortunately the fever broke around 3 am and I've been feeling fine since then. Anyway, after initial assessment by the ER doctor (who, I might add, while very nice was no where near as cute as Noah Wyle) I saw an ophthalmologist today (10 AM on a sunday! ouch!) and I'll be seeing a retinal specialist later this week. There is definitely something unusual with my left eye - something about my optic nerve being raised/protruding or something, but it's unclear whether it's just benign debris buildup or the early stages of something more serious. We shall see.
OH, on Thursday my boss and I went to GW's Gelman library and got microfiche of the Baltimore Sun and found that article I was looking for (despite my rapidly declining health at the time). Success with research! Yes!
The Fourth was good... had a BBQ with joshua and then OMG we went to the most AWKARD PARTY EVER. This guy and his roommates basically invited people over that didn't know each other and NO ONE talked except to people they already knew, ourselves included. Best part of the whole situation is that when we left, we were half-way back to the metro when Joshua realized he had left his backpack. We sent him and Michael back alone to get it while the rest of us sat around and laughed our asses, knowing we wouldn't be able to keep it together if we went back. That, and we wanted to sit.
DC tourists are one of the most amusing breeds of tourist. There were more of them in town than even when the freaking POPE came, making metro travel that more annoying (and amusing). One this date especially they all travel in color-coordinated packs of red, white, and blue. OH, and for two years running I've been caught in a fucking downpour on the 4th. This time, however, I was wearing shorts that were nearly see-through when wet, i.e., Joshua was able to see and comment on how cute my turquoise blue undies were. Which is true, they ARE cute/sexy, but still, not the whole world needed to know that while I pouted about being wet.
We watched the fireworks from the LXR rooftop, where the only big fuck-off tree in the entire neighborhood that could obscure of view did so. Fucking trees. Still, they were pretty. David called me later, which made me happy, but then we went out to Town, where my exhausted and grumpy self was, well, exhausted and grumpy, and so I left fairly early. The end.
Other than that I've watched a lot of star trek and done some sprucing up of my perpetually dirty room. I put some laundry in a few minutes ago.
I really need a hobby.