Bio-Hazards and Brain Damage
UNREAL. It's the only way to describe it. I have this unbeatable cough for starters...and yeah, you'd think claritin, nasal spray, vicks vapor rub, nyquil, robitussin,cough drops, vitamin C supplements, and an inhaler could take this on...nope. My glands are swollen. I cough all night. There are days where speaking isn't an option. It's unreal.
Next up is the new found lump that emerged out of nowhere on my leg. Yes I have a fucking lump, right there on my lower, inner thigh. GREAT. At first I thought it was a muscle knot. But, after the athletic trainer attempted to stretch it out, she discovered it was all red, and swollen. More than likely, it's infections...SWEET. So I get sent to the emergency room...I'm called into this awful hospital in Brockton...it's wretched...I spend 2hours in the waiting room...Doctors poke at it...Where did it come from? They don't know. What is it? They aren't sure. AWESOME. They speculate that its either an insect bite of some kind...(this lump is bigger than my fist...what bit me a fucking tarantula?) or a blood clot...yeah those can kill a person. Or it maybe a ruptured vessel...that means blood is just being pumped out into nowhere in my body...SO IT'S WIN-WIN. Better than that though...is the prognosis. "Come back tomorrow for an ultra-sound. In the meantime, take aspirin, and these antibotics...since it's probably infectious." Thanks Doc....So I go back. I get my ultra-sound (there was no fetus in my leg.) And, it is not a blood clot...so I will continue living...more or less. However...the doctors still have no idea as to what it is...IT JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER. SO they tell me to come back tomorrow...ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING? No a chance in hell. I'm calling my mother, she's a nurse. She'll get me better dammit, noe of this come back tomorrow crap. Uugghhhh. I'm so aggrivated...
To top things off...I couldn't swim at todays meet against Wheaton College. BSC won, well the boys team...girls...another good fight...but they (again) were out numbered. All because of a fucking lump...GODDAMMIT!
Moving on past my health issues...I'm doing OK. I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving. I can't wait to see my family, and friends. I miss everyone so much. I'll be nice to sit down with the family again....
Tomorrow, I'm heading into Boston with Jackie, and Mike. We're going to meet up with Syd, and Bean, and maybe some others...either way...it's bound to be fun. We'll probably hit up Newbury Street...and some other hot spots. It'll be good to do something different. And tomorrow night, Amanda is supposed to come back up to BSC to hangout with me...we'll see how that goes. I don't have much to say other than that...
In closing...I'd like to personally thank, and extend much gratitude to a Mr. Mike Rod-ri-guez. For driving my sorry ass to the ER. Not once, but twice. Thank You Mike. (A round of applause ensues.)
P.S. - In regards to my last entrie...for the person from "Dead Journal Land" No, I don't know who you are...but you miss me...you might as well let me know who you are...I suck at guessing games....
ADIOS
Next up is the new found lump that emerged out of nowhere on my leg. Yes I have a fucking lump, right there on my lower, inner thigh. GREAT. At first I thought it was a muscle knot. But, after the athletic trainer attempted to stretch it out, she discovered it was all red, and swollen. More than likely, it's infections...SWEET. So I get sent to the emergency room...I'm called into this awful hospital in Brockton...it's wretched...I spend 2hours in the waiting room...Doctors poke at it...Where did it come from? They don't know. What is it? They aren't sure. AWESOME. They speculate that its either an insect bite of some kind...(this lump is bigger than my fist...what bit me a fucking tarantula?) or a blood clot...yeah those can kill a person. Or it maybe a ruptured vessel...that means blood is just being pumped out into nowhere in my body...SO IT'S WIN-WIN. Better than that though...is the prognosis. "Come back tomorrow for an ultra-sound. In the meantime, take aspirin, and these antibotics...since it's probably infectious." Thanks Doc....So I go back. I get my ultra-sound (there was no fetus in my leg.) And, it is not a blood clot...so I will continue living...more or less. However...the doctors still have no idea as to what it is...IT JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER. SO they tell me to come back tomorrow...ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING? No a chance in hell. I'm calling my mother, she's a nurse. She'll get me better dammit, noe of this come back tomorrow crap. Uugghhhh. I'm so aggrivated...
To top things off...I couldn't swim at todays meet against Wheaton College. BSC won, well the boys team...girls...another good fight...but they (again) were out numbered. All because of a fucking lump...GODDAMMIT!
Moving on past my health issues...I'm doing OK. I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving. I can't wait to see my family, and friends. I miss everyone so much. I'll be nice to sit down with the family again....
Tomorrow, I'm heading into Boston with Jackie, and Mike. We're going to meet up with Syd, and Bean, and maybe some others...either way...it's bound to be fun. We'll probably hit up Newbury Street...and some other hot spots. It'll be good to do something different. And tomorrow night, Amanda is supposed to come back up to BSC to hangout with me...we'll see how that goes. I don't have much to say other than that...
In closing...I'd like to personally thank, and extend much gratitude to a Mr. Mike Rod-ri-guez. For driving my sorry ass to the ER. Not once, but twice. Thank You Mike. (A round of applause ensues.)
P.S. - In regards to my last entrie...for the person from "Dead Journal Land" No, I don't know who you are...but you miss me...you might as well let me know who you are...I suck at guessing games....
ADIOS