Officially.
Maybe it's the 3 prednazone talking, but boy am I really, really glad I'm finally reaching the end of my yellow-brick road. I could continue with the Wizard of Oz analogies, but I just realized that's the theme of our prom, so I'll put the kabash on that quick. First time I'm sitting at a computer for more than 10 minutes to get some work done for some actual, gasp, school projects. Fr. Paul's class on the Catholic viewpoint on Capital Punishment...which pretty much writes itself. I also have to write a 5 page paper on some sort of aspect in the film/tv industry, but I don't know how I'm going to do that...ANYWAY.
When I went to school Friday a lot of people came up to me asking me about all these far-fetched rare illnesses I had and man, I am tired of being this sick because everyone's given me a pity party and word travels fast and balloons into odd things, and funny stories came out of it. Officially, I had the stomach flu real bad 2 weeks ago, which turned into pneumonia because I did not take care of it and was still up and running and burning the candle at both ends when I should have took time off. That went away, but a few days ago I still felt bad, and everything else still kind of exploded, including my tonsils. Friday night, I went straight home after I did my scene, and felt really awful. My throat kept hurting and hurting, and I felt my tonsils were going to get so big they were going to fuse into one. I was up all night, literally, gargling salt water, spraying chloroseptic, but nothing was working, and I felt worse and worse. I hadn't eaten anything since 5, and I couldn't, and on top of that I absolutley could not swallow. Finally, my mom took me to the ER that morning and gave me pain medication (I forget what it's called, but Elvis Presely got addicted to it...it's very powerful stuff), steroids to make the swelling go down, and anti-naseua (how do you spell that...) stuff, and 2 bags of IV. I finally got home at 5, with several new pain medication prescriptions. Ho, boy. Man, it hit the spot. So, ultimatley, I just have a real bad virus I just can't shake, but thankfully I am not contagious. But thank God Rachel could step into play my part for the play, I didn't know what I was going to do. I also don't know what I'm going to do come prom, grad night, my first long shift at Starbucks on Thursday...fatigue is a huge issue. My mother seems to love it, all of the relatives have called and sent thousands of homemade remedies to make me feel better, she takes care of me nonstop. I appreciate immensley, but for three weeks now, all I've worried about is my basic, physical needs, and it's awful. Eating, no eating, walking, no walking, swallow, breathing, no friends, no sleeping. I haven't really slept in 2 weeks, just a few hours here and there throughout the night...even though I'm not in pain anymore...and I refuse to take Vicadin to help. I'm just tired of being sick, and tired of people being worried about me, and tired of not being able to do what everyone else is doing.
Prom is Friday. I am going all out, and am REALLY ridiculously excited. My date is turning out to be absolutley fabulous in every aspect and...ah...did I mention I'm excited? Plus Grad Night, even though people say it's not fun because nothing is open, I don't care because it's DISNEYLAND. And of course there is graduation, which is the big day and the cause for all these retrospective entries. I'm not even thinking about it really. I know what it entails, I know I'll be leaving, I know the urine yellow robe and all of the pictures and sad good byes, but I'm okay with the people who I care about, and will be leaving those I do not, with a clean slate. I am nothing but optomistic. More importantly, I'm excited about this summer...BECAUSE, I have made a list.
Make it...The List. It's all the things I am going to do before I move out which I find necessary. The List includes: Learning how to ride a skateboard, go on a roadtrip with my best friends, Read at least 30 books, See stand up comedy, learn how to tie a tie, Spend an entire day in search of the perfect beach spot...I find them absolutley vital to growing as a human being and I want to enlist the help of my friends, and in turn I will help you complete your lists of things you want to do before you move out. Deal? Deal!
<3 Sweets
(PS: I had a real good conversation with my wife today, and I am SO much better off. I have nothing but blue skies ahead.)
When I went to school Friday a lot of people came up to me asking me about all these far-fetched rare illnesses I had and man, I am tired of being this sick because everyone's given me a pity party and word travels fast and balloons into odd things, and funny stories came out of it. Officially, I had the stomach flu real bad 2 weeks ago, which turned into pneumonia because I did not take care of it and was still up and running and burning the candle at both ends when I should have took time off. That went away, but a few days ago I still felt bad, and everything else still kind of exploded, including my tonsils. Friday night, I went straight home after I did my scene, and felt really awful. My throat kept hurting and hurting, and I felt my tonsils were going to get so big they were going to fuse into one. I was up all night, literally, gargling salt water, spraying chloroseptic, but nothing was working, and I felt worse and worse. I hadn't eaten anything since 5, and I couldn't, and on top of that I absolutley could not swallow. Finally, my mom took me to the ER that morning and gave me pain medication (I forget what it's called, but Elvis Presely got addicted to it...it's very powerful stuff), steroids to make the swelling go down, and anti-naseua (how do you spell that...) stuff, and 2 bags of IV. I finally got home at 5, with several new pain medication prescriptions. Ho, boy. Man, it hit the spot. So, ultimatley, I just have a real bad virus I just can't shake, but thankfully I am not contagious. But thank God Rachel could step into play my part for the play, I didn't know what I was going to do. I also don't know what I'm going to do come prom, grad night, my first long shift at Starbucks on Thursday...fatigue is a huge issue. My mother seems to love it, all of the relatives have called and sent thousands of homemade remedies to make me feel better, she takes care of me nonstop. I appreciate immensley, but for three weeks now, all I've worried about is my basic, physical needs, and it's awful. Eating, no eating, walking, no walking, swallow, breathing, no friends, no sleeping. I haven't really slept in 2 weeks, just a few hours here and there throughout the night...even though I'm not in pain anymore...and I refuse to take Vicadin to help. I'm just tired of being sick, and tired of people being worried about me, and tired of not being able to do what everyone else is doing.
Prom is Friday. I am going all out, and am REALLY ridiculously excited. My date is turning out to be absolutley fabulous in every aspect and...ah...did I mention I'm excited? Plus Grad Night, even though people say it's not fun because nothing is open, I don't care because it's DISNEYLAND. And of course there is graduation, which is the big day and the cause for all these retrospective entries. I'm not even thinking about it really. I know what it entails, I know I'll be leaving, I know the urine yellow robe and all of the pictures and sad good byes, but I'm okay with the people who I care about, and will be leaving those I do not, with a clean slate. I am nothing but optomistic. More importantly, I'm excited about this summer...BECAUSE, I have made a list.
Make it...The List. It's all the things I am going to do before I move out which I find necessary. The List includes: Learning how to ride a skateboard, go on a roadtrip with my best friends, Read at least 30 books, See stand up comedy, learn how to tie a tie, Spend an entire day in search of the perfect beach spot...I find them absolutley vital to growing as a human being and I want to enlist the help of my friends, and in turn I will help you complete your lists of things you want to do before you move out. Deal? Deal!
<3 Sweets
(PS: I had a real good conversation with my wife today, and I am SO much better off. I have nothing but blue skies ahead.)