Illness, School and Travel!
I'm sick.
No, you don't understand. I've been sick for quite a while. You may not realize this, as I hardly did either until my parents pointed it out, but I have not been completely well for months.
My parents say I've been sick since I started college. I think they're right. Even if it hasn't been quite that long, I know it to be true that I have been sick for at least three months.
But now is one of those escalated times. I actually just finished some antibiotics yesterday, and my condition had worsened already in spite of them. My symptoms are few and far between, and they are extremely general. The fact of the matter is that the doctors don't know what's wrong with me. I've been tested for strep and mono, but so far both have produced negative results.
Yesterday was my low point as my temperature finally rose to fever.
The clinic has sent out blood for another Epstein-Barr virus test. If this one also comes back negative for mono, then testing is going to start taking place to deduce possible causes for my illness. I believe the first step they plan to take is do an x-ray on my chest to detect Pneumonia.
It is like having a really bad flu. But it isn't the flu. And I've had it for months, and while I feel much better at times I am never completely well. "Feeling better", then, is all extremely relative.
My next appointment is Wednesday.
Reminder to self: tell them of my mother's medical history (CFIDS), and that I have the marker for Lupus.
In other, non-illness related news, my classes are a breeze, and I'm totally seeing Fiona Apple in Orlando in a month!
My classes are going well. And by well I mean I shall undoubtedly be passing them with giant gold stars of happiness, despite the fact that I've skipped more classes than I've actually attended in the few weeks since the semester began. This is both good and bad, however. It is good because, quite obviously, I shall make good grades and continue on with my GPA gold. It is bad because, well... BORING MCBORINGSON. Talk about being completely unstimulated. You know you're not getting your money's worth when you have to make a conscious effort not to allow your extreme boredom get you to a place where you're not putting forth the effort because it is so completely un-challenging. (Like kids that door poorly in school because they are so far ahead, so much more advanced than the classes they are taking, that they can't be bothered to waste time on the repetitive homework assignments and class attendances. That's how I feel.)
But there shall be a break in March. And by "there shall be a break" I literally mean I shall break. I'm traveling to Orlando, FL on March 2nd (skipping classes on the 3rd, naturally, as I would have anyway I am sure) to see Fiona open for Coldplay (GAG) on March 4th. I'll be staying with Amy of course, as she attends college in Florida (Daytona actually). I'll be returning on the 5th. (Karma's a bitch, too, because I'll be getting home around 11pm and have a test at 9am the next morning.)
We have floor seats! Amy bought two tickets on ebay for nothing less of $400. Seats to be closer to her. I can't tell you how excited I am about all of this! It'll be a whole lot of fun outside of the concert too. We're going to stay in a hotel and just party and see the city. I've never been to Florida.
But. My oh my, Fiona. You siren, you. I recently obtained all of her ringtones. I recently obtained a giant light-box, double-sided shiny poster of her CD album from the school bookstore (FOR FREE). My whole universe is about her right now. Which is how it should be always.
1. I need: Medication. "You're all I..."
2. Sex: Love. Light. Honey.
3. Relationships: Never lasting. None.
4. Your Last Ex: A lifetime ago.
5. Power: Sex.
6. Marijuana: Stupid. Never.
7. Crack: Never.
8. Food: Sex. Peanut butter and jelly. War.
9. The President: Avoidance.
10. War: Innerself.
11. Cars: Who cares.
12. Gas Prices: Annoying.
13. Halloween: Just another.
14. Politics: Beaurocratic.
15. Religion: Overrated. Un-spiritual.
16. MySpace: HATE.
17. Worst Fear: Reflections. Mirrors that I'm not reflected in. The distorted reflections in TV screens.
18. Marriage: Lovely.
19. Fashion: Obsessive. Disease.
20. Brunettes: Mitra.
21. Redheads: Least favorite hair color. Scully. Not a fan. Overrated.
22: Work: Never ending. -aholic. Myself.
23: Pass the time: Past time. Time. The Past.
24: Football: Who cares.
25. One night stands: Cheap.
26: Pet Peeve: That girl that sat behind me in biology and decided to write each line of her notes with a new pen--incessant pen-clicking ensued.
27: Pixie Stix: Pixie shots. (Which are nasty.)
28: Vanilla Ice: Better than Chocolate.
29: Porta Potties: Disgusting. Smelly.
30: High school: The most fluctuating time of my life--ups and downs galore.
31: Pajamas: In them.
32. Wood: Elemental.
33. Surfers: Tsunami Sobe is my favorite flavor! It is dedicated to surfers. (Orange creme flavored.)
34. Pictures: Only of celebrities. I love looking. But I hate photographs of my own life. I hate taking pictures.
35. First Love: . Not who it should have been.
(Taken from __maelstrom__.)
No, you don't understand. I've been sick for quite a while. You may not realize this, as I hardly did either until my parents pointed it out, but I have not been completely well for months.
My parents say I've been sick since I started college. I think they're right. Even if it hasn't been quite that long, I know it to be true that I have been sick for at least three months.
But now is one of those escalated times. I actually just finished some antibiotics yesterday, and my condition had worsened already in spite of them. My symptoms are few and far between, and they are extremely general. The fact of the matter is that the doctors don't know what's wrong with me. I've been tested for strep and mono, but so far both have produced negative results.
Yesterday was my low point as my temperature finally rose to fever.
The clinic has sent out blood for another Epstein-Barr virus test. If this one also comes back negative for mono, then testing is going to start taking place to deduce possible causes for my illness. I believe the first step they plan to take is do an x-ray on my chest to detect Pneumonia.
It is like having a really bad flu. But it isn't the flu. And I've had it for months, and while I feel much better at times I am never completely well. "Feeling better", then, is all extremely relative.
My next appointment is Wednesday.
Reminder to self: tell them of my mother's medical history (CFIDS), and that I have the marker for Lupus.
In other, non-illness related news, my classes are a breeze, and I'm totally seeing Fiona Apple in Orlando in a month!
My classes are going well. And by well I mean I shall undoubtedly be passing them with giant gold stars of happiness, despite the fact that I've skipped more classes than I've actually attended in the few weeks since the semester began. This is both good and bad, however. It is good because, quite obviously, I shall make good grades and continue on with my GPA gold. It is bad because, well... BORING MCBORINGSON. Talk about being completely unstimulated. You know you're not getting your money's worth when you have to make a conscious effort not to allow your extreme boredom get you to a place where you're not putting forth the effort because it is so completely un-challenging. (Like kids that door poorly in school because they are so far ahead, so much more advanced than the classes they are taking, that they can't be bothered to waste time on the repetitive homework assignments and class attendances. That's how I feel.)
But there shall be a break in March. And by "there shall be a break" I literally mean I shall break. I'm traveling to Orlando, FL on March 2nd (skipping classes on the 3rd, naturally, as I would have anyway I am sure) to see Fiona open for Coldplay (GAG) on March 4th. I'll be staying with Amy of course, as she attends college in Florida (Daytona actually). I'll be returning on the 5th. (Karma's a bitch, too, because I'll be getting home around 11pm and have a test at 9am the next morning.)
We have floor seats! Amy bought two tickets on ebay for nothing less of $400. Seats to be closer to her. I can't tell you how excited I am about all of this! It'll be a whole lot of fun outside of the concert too. We're going to stay in a hotel and just party and see the city. I've never been to Florida.
But. My oh my, Fiona. You siren, you. I recently obtained all of her ringtones. I recently obtained a giant light-box, double-sided shiny poster of her CD album from the school bookstore (FOR FREE). My whole universe is about her right now. Which is how it should be always.
1. I need: Medication. "You're all I..."
2. Sex: Love. Light. Honey.
3. Relationships: Never lasting. None.
4. Your Last Ex: A lifetime ago.
5. Power: Sex.
6. Marijuana: Stupid. Never.
7. Crack: Never.
8. Food: Sex. Peanut butter and jelly. War.
9. The President: Avoidance.
10. War: Innerself.
11. Cars: Who cares.
12. Gas Prices: Annoying.
13. Halloween: Just another.
14. Politics: Beaurocratic.
15. Religion: Overrated. Un-spiritual.
16. MySpace: HATE.
17. Worst Fear: Reflections. Mirrors that I'm not reflected in. The distorted reflections in TV screens.
18. Marriage: Lovely.
19. Fashion: Obsessive. Disease.
20. Brunettes: Mitra.
21. Redheads: Least favorite hair color. Scully. Not a fan. Overrated.
22: Work: Never ending. -aholic. Myself.
23: Pass the time: Past time. Time. The Past.
24: Football: Who cares.
25. One night stands: Cheap.
26: Pet Peeve: That girl that sat behind me in biology and decided to write each line of her notes with a new pen--incessant pen-clicking ensued.
27: Pixie Stix: Pixie shots. (Which are nasty.)
28: Vanilla Ice: Better than Chocolate.
29: Porta Potties: Disgusting. Smelly.
30: High school: The most fluctuating time of my life--ups and downs galore.
31: Pajamas: In them.
32. Wood: Elemental.
33. Surfers: Tsunami Sobe is my favorite flavor! It is dedicated to surfers. (Orange creme flavored.)
34. Pictures: Only of celebrities. I love looking. But I hate photographs of my own life. I hate taking pictures.
35. First Love: . Not who it should have been.
(Taken from __maelstrom__.)