"I'll beat you for dinner" --Holly
Holy crap, this has been a very weird week!
So Sunday, I go to the ER, right? Well, I leave my insuance card there cuz when I'm leaving I'm not thinking "hey I need this for the future", instead I'm thinking "BED!!" So Monday, I have to pick up my drugs and Delzell doesn't carry Prednisone. So I head over to KMart and I don't have my insurance card. Luckily it was cheap and I bought (another) black shirt. Practice went ok that night, it was almost like a movie. There's this dude tumbling across the track and we're like "hey come here!"...so it looks like "Killer Bee" is joining the squad! I mean the dude looks like he has eggs in his biceps, the stunts are effortless. Lets see, Tuesday...I go through my classes, I get through orchestra on mint tea and Pockat sounds like she's getting sick too. Molly, Bobbi, and I go out to Applebee's for dinner and it was so much fun!! Especially when I accidentally launched my lemon >_< Yesterday, I woke up, head hurting and found I could hardly move. It hurt to stand for longer than a minute and showering SUCKED. I was even more out of breath than I had been since Sunday, I could hardly walk to the FAC. In conducting, I could only curl up in my chair to play violin and I had to sit to put it away. I walked with Kenny to the UC where I had to sit and rest before I walked to Delzell to get an appointment. My back and chest hurt so bad to breathe, which I couldn't really do anyways. I couldn't even lift my trombone case to take to class. I went in and they said I couldn't get in for a WEEK!! I was like "...do you have any idea how hard it was for me to walk here, I can hardly stand up!" So I walked to Nelson to sit and rest, then to the FAC where Dr. Kase kind of looked at me funny when I said I couldn't play. The only reason I camped out at the FAC all afternoon was because I was in too much pain and too weak to walk to my dorm, otherwise I would have rested. In all my life I've never felt so mortal: I was scared because I didn't know what was happening to me, I go from being able to run for miles to not being able to stand. Every morning I've woke up this week, I've been SO thankful. In studio, I couldn't stand so Emily and I sat and unfortunately, she was in about the same shape I was in. We told Bjella we share more than just music and he should quarrantine us to the corner. We both were really confused in class and therefore in sectionals today had to ask help from everyone else! Then I get a phone call from my mom - she's in Stevens Point!! She takes me to the clinic in the hospital, UBER concerned over me not being able to breathe and my back hurting so much. After TWO nebulizer treatments, my lungs finally loosen up, and luckily they're clear, so no pnemonia. It seems that one of the nasty viruses on campus settled in my lungs and inflamed everything so that they couldn't inflate. My back and chest hurt from "intercostal condritis" which is when the muscles around the ribs are swollen. I have an inhaled steroid now and feel 100% better!! (I still can't laugh without coughing, so watching Napolean Dynamite with Brian tomorrow should be interesting!) I stayed in the hotel with my mom (in a HUGE bed) and slept so well. This morning we put another rinse in my hair so its back to the light brown it was for the end of winterim. Sectionals went well today, but Emily is really sick. After school, Bobbi and I went shopping and after she was denied sassy new underwear because of the stupid sale signs that were wrong, we bought Pockat soup. Andy's lesson went EXCEPTIONALLY well, he's growing with leaps and bounds lately and will be using his box violin probably next week. Back to Napolean Dynamite: I feel SOO bad about putting it off and putting it off cuz Brian and I have been planning on watching it together for about 2 weeks now. We're going to a party together on Saturday though and then heading up to Wausau for a Tenor saxophone battle. I don't think its an actual "date", but I can pretend and milk it for all its worth. I've heard good things about his cuddling abilities so I hope to experience them a bit tomorrow, I miss being held. Well, as part of the recovering process, I probably should sleep, right? Cheerio!
So Sunday, I go to the ER, right? Well, I leave my insuance card there cuz when I'm leaving I'm not thinking "hey I need this for the future", instead I'm thinking "BED!!" So Monday, I have to pick up my drugs and Delzell doesn't carry Prednisone. So I head over to KMart and I don't have my insurance card. Luckily it was cheap and I bought (another) black shirt. Practice went ok that night, it was almost like a movie. There's this dude tumbling across the track and we're like "hey come here!"...so it looks like "Killer Bee" is joining the squad! I mean the dude looks like he has eggs in his biceps, the stunts are effortless. Lets see, Tuesday...I go through my classes, I get through orchestra on mint tea and Pockat sounds like she's getting sick too. Molly, Bobbi, and I go out to Applebee's for dinner and it was so much fun!! Especially when I accidentally launched my lemon >_< Yesterday, I woke up, head hurting and found I could hardly move. It hurt to stand for longer than a minute and showering SUCKED. I was even more out of breath than I had been since Sunday, I could hardly walk to the FAC. In conducting, I could only curl up in my chair to play violin and I had to sit to put it away. I walked with Kenny to the UC where I had to sit and rest before I walked to Delzell to get an appointment. My back and chest hurt so bad to breathe, which I couldn't really do anyways. I couldn't even lift my trombone case to take to class. I went in and they said I couldn't get in for a WEEK!! I was like "...do you have any idea how hard it was for me to walk here, I can hardly stand up!" So I walked to Nelson to sit and rest, then to the FAC where Dr. Kase kind of looked at me funny when I said I couldn't play. The only reason I camped out at the FAC all afternoon was because I was in too much pain and too weak to walk to my dorm, otherwise I would have rested. In all my life I've never felt so mortal: I was scared because I didn't know what was happening to me, I go from being able to run for miles to not being able to stand. Every morning I've woke up this week, I've been SO thankful. In studio, I couldn't stand so Emily and I sat and unfortunately, she was in about the same shape I was in. We told Bjella we share more than just music and he should quarrantine us to the corner. We both were really confused in class and therefore in sectionals today had to ask help from everyone else! Then I get a phone call from my mom - she's in Stevens Point!! She takes me to the clinic in the hospital, UBER concerned over me not being able to breathe and my back hurting so much. After TWO nebulizer treatments, my lungs finally loosen up, and luckily they're clear, so no pnemonia. It seems that one of the nasty viruses on campus settled in my lungs and inflamed everything so that they couldn't inflate. My back and chest hurt from "intercostal condritis" which is when the muscles around the ribs are swollen. I have an inhaled steroid now and feel 100% better!! (I still can't laugh without coughing, so watching Napolean Dynamite with Brian tomorrow should be interesting!) I stayed in the hotel with my mom (in a HUGE bed) and slept so well. This morning we put another rinse in my hair so its back to the light brown it was for the end of winterim. Sectionals went well today, but Emily is really sick. After school, Bobbi and I went shopping and after she was denied sassy new underwear because of the stupid sale signs that were wrong, we bought Pockat soup. Andy's lesson went EXCEPTIONALLY well, he's growing with leaps and bounds lately and will be using his box violin probably next week. Back to Napolean Dynamite: I feel SOO bad about putting it off and putting it off cuz Brian and I have been planning on watching it together for about 2 weeks now. We're going to a party together on Saturday though and then heading up to Wausau for a Tenor saxophone battle. I don't think its an actual "date", but I can pretend and milk it for all its worth. I've heard good things about his cuddling abilities so I hope to experience them a bit tomorrow, I miss being held. Well, as part of the recovering process, I probably should sleep, right? Cheerio!