Wow...If I could...
Turns out yours truly has serious back problems. Will get to that in a bit, but I'll tell you the rest of my life story for right now.
Can you been a month since I've been back? I know, me either. Friday was fun; got a little light dinner with Jessifer, snuggled with Charlie a bit, then went to see Rent at CCC with the Woo, Co-little, and pledge Emily. None of us won prizes, but hey, what are you going to do...So, that brings me to yesterday...
So I'm out with my Mom, heading to the eye doctor. She stops in the lot, lets me out. There's not too much of an exchange, but I figure she'll be in there in a few after she parks. I go for the appointment. I'm done in less than ten. The guy is like, "Ok, so that brings your total with the contacts to about..." and names this ungodly number which I won't mention here cause that's just obnoxious. I'm looking around, thinking to myself, "Jobless Jenn the Undergrad really can't afford this and where in the hell is my mother?" Nowhere to be found. I go outside to look, walk the perimeter of the building to no avail. Walk back in to explain the situation, and then we wait.
After 25 minutes she shows up. I am not a violent person, but I swear when she got of the car I wanted to hit her. That's pretty bad, and I know she's my mom, but she never said she was running errands. I was completely embarassed. Also, bitch needs to learn how to use DirectConnect, cause if I bleepbleep her, she needs to answer. Especially since it's free. We go and pay and then we go and we look at new frames for my glasses. Basically in agreement that I can't use the glasses I have since the last time I got a new set of frames I was FOURTEEN. We go and we look, and I have a pretty good idea I want black frames with maybe a color inlay.
No lie and let me preface this next part with a disclaimer: The next part just happened cause I was looking left to right. There was no preconceived notions in my head. Ok...
We start looking, and it's hard for me to see what thing look like on my face without making out with a mirror or something, but the salesman guy, who by the way looked kinda like Randall from the most recent Apprentice(go RU!) helps us with the width and the style. Now, I know this is going to sound like I went out of my way, but I decided on Chanel frames. Wasn't really on purpose, I just liked them the best and they looked like what I wanted from the outset. I might have gone for Gucci except they really only had tortoise shells and I think that look is really gross.
Now I won't tell you what the total purchase price was for my glasses. Suffice it to say it was about twice what I paid for my most recent shoe purchase(a gift mind you) and my mom had no probem with it as she had just paid an ungodly amount for the exam and the contacts. This is an investment. Remember, the last time I had new frames was 1997. who knew how long it would be until next time? We also used a coupon, so we were being good little Jews, ok?
After picking up the frames we headed to HK Supermarket because we wanted sushi and I wanted to compare prices on stuff i sometimes bought at the China and Japan pavillions(the markup at Disney is like 150 percent). Got some really good rainbow roll, unagi, cucumber and california roll, and went to the store and got some kani chips, cashews(which I later forgot to take out of the car), and some Pocky Reverse(if you haven't tried it, go out and buy some. it's fab). Could still read some of the labels in the store, so that year of Mandarin wasn't a total waste, and then it was coming down pretty hard outside so we made a break for it to NB.
What happened next really made my life miserable.
Started to clean my room up, played a little W.A.S.(they're in my Top 8 people) because I found my CD(thank god) and got pretty far. Even rearranged some things and made a spot for my new glasses(I know I'm a s***head). Watched a little Mythbusters, had a slice of leftover pizza, and then tried to call a few people with no luck. With great skill and the use of a fan I had a smoke in the room and then I got up to open the door and in my stocking feet I slipped but didn't fall. Number one: while i slipped the ashtray in my right hand almost flew everywhere, but thankfully landed on my bed with only minmal ash and butts on my sheets(yes I cleaned it). Number two, I found myself in an awkward back position, and everything after that moment was a blur of pain.
Now my back has technically been hurting me since January 5th, and I know what you're all thinking: "Doctor? Chiropractor?" Jenn has no medical, so all of thos eoptions are a no go and as we all know Hurtado is pretty worthless except if you have an STD(zing!). Also, one must remember that on Wednesday of last week I couldn't get out of bed for class because I could not even move. After walking, as if I were a senior citizen with hypertension AND gout, to and from the bathroom, and then lying down, KTMoze calls, and I'm so glad to hear from her, but we have to cut our convo short cause I have to go the bathroom again(damn sushi). So when I get back...the worst begins.
Now I don't know how to describe this except imagine you were on the verge of paralysis and you can't even see straight because your eyes are tearing up from the pain. You take a Tylenol extra strength and even that does nothing. This is a pain unlike any you might wish on your worst enemy. My legs are numbing up, I'm crying, and I consider dialing 911, but is this really an emergency? Who else do I call then, if not my mother? She tells me to try the heat pad, I told her it's not working. I tell her I can't move, she tells me to just change and lie back. I change my clothes, I take another pill, I lie back. While watching romeo must die(not that good) I pass out.
This morning I woke up and I could move(rest easy all). I even trudged to Brower for breakfast. I feel demolished(bedraggled even?) and I have alerted my mother. Really don't want to be alone today, but Lori is probably snowed in with her BF and probably won't be back tonight.
If anyone is bored tonight, come to Dema and hang out. I'm still in pain, but I really hope it doesn't get too bad with nightfall. Call me otherwise to check up on me.
And that's an update.
P.S. No valentine. Again. What a surprise.
Can you been a month since I've been back? I know, me either. Friday was fun; got a little light dinner with Jessifer, snuggled with Charlie a bit, then went to see Rent at CCC with the Woo, Co-little, and pledge Emily. None of us won prizes, but hey, what are you going to do...So, that brings me to yesterday...
So I'm out with my Mom, heading to the eye doctor. She stops in the lot, lets me out. There's not too much of an exchange, but I figure she'll be in there in a few after she parks. I go for the appointment. I'm done in less than ten. The guy is like, "Ok, so that brings your total with the contacts to about..." and names this ungodly number which I won't mention here cause that's just obnoxious. I'm looking around, thinking to myself, "Jobless Jenn the Undergrad really can't afford this and where in the hell is my mother?" Nowhere to be found. I go outside to look, walk the perimeter of the building to no avail. Walk back in to explain the situation, and then we wait.
After 25 minutes she shows up. I am not a violent person, but I swear when she got of the car I wanted to hit her. That's pretty bad, and I know she's my mom, but she never said she was running errands. I was completely embarassed. Also, bitch needs to learn how to use DirectConnect, cause if I bleepbleep her, she needs to answer. Especially since it's free. We go and pay and then we go and we look at new frames for my glasses. Basically in agreement that I can't use the glasses I have since the last time I got a new set of frames I was FOURTEEN. We go and we look, and I have a pretty good idea I want black frames with maybe a color inlay.
No lie and let me preface this next part with a disclaimer: The next part just happened cause I was looking left to right. There was no preconceived notions in my head. Ok...
We start looking, and it's hard for me to see what thing look like on my face without making out with a mirror or something, but the salesman guy, who by the way looked kinda like Randall from the most recent Apprentice(go RU!) helps us with the width and the style. Now, I know this is going to sound like I went out of my way, but I decided on Chanel frames. Wasn't really on purpose, I just liked them the best and they looked like what I wanted from the outset. I might have gone for Gucci except they really only had tortoise shells and I think that look is really gross.
Now I won't tell you what the total purchase price was for my glasses. Suffice it to say it was about twice what I paid for my most recent shoe purchase(a gift mind you) and my mom had no probem with it as she had just paid an ungodly amount for the exam and the contacts. This is an investment. Remember, the last time I had new frames was 1997. who knew how long it would be until next time? We also used a coupon, so we were being good little Jews, ok?
After picking up the frames we headed to HK Supermarket because we wanted sushi and I wanted to compare prices on stuff i sometimes bought at the China and Japan pavillions(the markup at Disney is like 150 percent). Got some really good rainbow roll, unagi, cucumber and california roll, and went to the store and got some kani chips, cashews(which I later forgot to take out of the car), and some Pocky Reverse(if you haven't tried it, go out and buy some. it's fab). Could still read some of the labels in the store, so that year of Mandarin wasn't a total waste, and then it was coming down pretty hard outside so we made a break for it to NB.
What happened next really made my life miserable.
Started to clean my room up, played a little W.A.S.(they're in my Top 8 people) because I found my CD(thank god) and got pretty far. Even rearranged some things and made a spot for my new glasses(I know I'm a s***head). Watched a little Mythbusters, had a slice of leftover pizza, and then tried to call a few people with no luck. With great skill and the use of a fan I had a smoke in the room and then I got up to open the door and in my stocking feet I slipped but didn't fall. Number one: while i slipped the ashtray in my right hand almost flew everywhere, but thankfully landed on my bed with only minmal ash and butts on my sheets(yes I cleaned it). Number two, I found myself in an awkward back position, and everything after that moment was a blur of pain.
Now my back has technically been hurting me since January 5th, and I know what you're all thinking: "Doctor? Chiropractor?" Jenn has no medical, so all of thos eoptions are a no go and as we all know Hurtado is pretty worthless except if you have an STD(zing!). Also, one must remember that on Wednesday of last week I couldn't get out of bed for class because I could not even move. After walking, as if I were a senior citizen with hypertension AND gout, to and from the bathroom, and then lying down, KTMoze calls, and I'm so glad to hear from her, but we have to cut our convo short cause I have to go the bathroom again(damn sushi). So when I get back...the worst begins.
Now I don't know how to describe this except imagine you were on the verge of paralysis and you can't even see straight because your eyes are tearing up from the pain. You take a Tylenol extra strength and even that does nothing. This is a pain unlike any you might wish on your worst enemy. My legs are numbing up, I'm crying, and I consider dialing 911, but is this really an emergency? Who else do I call then, if not my mother? She tells me to try the heat pad, I told her it's not working. I tell her I can't move, she tells me to just change and lie back. I change my clothes, I take another pill, I lie back. While watching romeo must die(not that good) I pass out.
This morning I woke up and I could move(rest easy all). I even trudged to Brower for breakfast. I feel demolished(bedraggled even?) and I have alerted my mother. Really don't want to be alone today, but Lori is probably snowed in with her BF and probably won't be back tonight.
If anyone is bored tonight, come to Dema and hang out. I'm still in pain, but I really hope it doesn't get too bad with nightfall. Call me otherwise to check up on me.
And that's an update.
P.S. No valentine. Again. What a surprise.