HOLD ON ONE DAMN MINUTE
I made a detailed diagram in my head of what this semester was going to be. Nearly every single element of that diagram has been set ablaze in the past week.
Time to "wing it" y'all.
My Valentine's Day was decidedly sub-par and culminated with an intense and gripping pain in my right side that made its appearance promptly upon my return home. I almost threw up in my bathroom from pain and dizziness. Thanks to Mr. Sal Garro and one Nathan Peters I was nursed to a state of relative good health (laying in bed drinking juice, eating pasta and not moving even one centimeter because it fucking hurt a lot). I woke up this morning and discovered that moving was still something that wasn't for me. I eventually got myself into a cab and went to the hospital where they took all sorts of blood tests and ultra-sounds. And while I feared that the pain had something to do with a kidney or my liver or some other rebellious right-sided internal organ, it turns out that my insides are not only fine, but worthy of exhibition for ultrasound instructional purposes.
I managed to rip a significant amount of the muscle underneath my ribs that holds them together so nicely. The doctors tell me that what I had last night was a terrible spasm. Now I have to not make any sudden or twisting movements with my torso so that my rib muscles can heal again and not spaz out on me.
I might be falling apart. The exact same thing happened to my knee just weeks ago.
Also, I had a cold last week and a fever of 103 over the weekend while I was home in NJ with the family.
WHERE IS SPRING? I'll gladly take seasonal allergies over this. Today was a very nice day though. After spending most of it under one overbearing fluorescent light it was really nice to make my way outside and stroll around at granny-speed for a few minutes. Today's casual walk through an unfamiliar locale was the first time in a while that there was no sense of panic or urgency attached to the moment. And the fact that they didn't even have to cut me open and rewire a few things was a definite plus.
Honestly I've seen better times, but what can you really do but shrug and try to go laugh with friends (as long as it doesn't hurt too much) ?
So here's my revised agenda for the semester, down from around a dozen objectives to three:
1. KILL my classes. I'm going to systematically assassinate my classes. They won't know what hit them. They'll be picking bits of "A" up off of the sidewalk. I'm going to do really well.
2. Hang out with good friends, especially those who I've wanted to hang out with recently but haven't been able to because of the tremendous amount of thick crap I've been wading through.
3. Production and performance of funny things.
My word. This new Beck is far removed from the hook.