Fun times on St. Patty’s Day.
Sean and I miss the opportunity to go to Michigan, but we end up someplace much better.
Don’t forget Dance Marathon and March Madness…oh wait…we never made it that far…
Well, it’s almost 2008. I’m home again on New Year’s Eve, a tradition that although seems a bit depressing to you readers, is entirely thrilling for me, who rarely gets an evening of privacy in this house. I look forward to celebrating the next New Year’s out on the town if I’m moved out by then. For now, it’s me and Kailey enjoying the final moments of 2007.
What a year, I thought I’d reflect on my whirlwind and pick out the highlights for prosperity’s sake using my Flickr images.
Two totally unrelated videos, but
For my Med School friends, a rousing rendition of “We didn’t stop the Fetus”…
For everyone else (especially those that play video games yet don’t visit Digg.com, a small subset indeed), the cruelest video game ever…
This is the game I would create if given the chance.
It’s so true.
I can’t even begin to tell you how frustrating this week has been. I guess you’re all wondering how 22 turned out for me? Well, so far, not so great.
About two weeks ago, I came down with what I thought was the flu. I can swear it was the flu because WebMD assured me so. It still might have been.
What kind of lingered though was a sore throat that was at worst, just a mere annoyance. It didn’t hinder me much greatly until this week. I think it crossed the threshold on Tuesday, the day before my birthday. It was becoming increasingly painful/difficult to swallow when I tried to eat. I went out with some friends from work, and remembering to start to really complain about it. I wrote that last statement to punctuate the fact that the one margarita I had that night was the ONLY alcoholic drink I’ve had and will have for the next few weeks.
Illnesses for me always intensify when I get home. I tend to fight any suggestion of weakness in a public setting, but at home, with nothing to do but think about why you can’t swallow, that’s when viruses get me.
I think it was 3AM Wednesday morning when I woke up from bed for the 5th time, covered in drool, unable to swallow, that I realized something went horribly awry.
So birthday morning and I’m incapable of swallowing at this point. No food, no drinks, spitting everywhere, barely able to talk, and my throat in severe pain. I called the doctor’s immediately. The morning of my birthday was spent in a doctor’s office getting the news that I had either Strep or Mono. I had to get blood drawn (I HATE shots), my throat got swabbed (try gagging on a Q-tip when your throat is swollen), and for good measure, my doctor finally flushed out my right ear that had accumulated massive earwax buildup (he forgot to do it last time). Apparently, earwax, if left not removed for a period of time, can suction onto the eardrum, causing massive amounts of pain and room spinning when the squirt gun of death finally releases the suction. Parts of my brain and blood are still coming out of my right ear and it concerns me. Ironically, I do hear a little better.
Anyways, I left the doctor’s office feeling worst than I did before. And since tests needed to be processed, all the doc could provide me was liquid tylenol prescription, which did nothing to help my throat.
Yesterday, I got the great news that I officially had mono.* My medicine was waiting at the CVS, but was unfortunately, also waiting was a tremendous snowstorm that wreaked havoc on the state. My superhero dad somehow managed to pick up my meds in the midst of bad weather, road conditions, traffic accidents, and finally, things started to turn for the better.
So now it’s Friday, I’ve at least had the luxury of working from home and avoid the traffic snarls and bad weather of the past few days. Kailey Buttons has been supportive throughout my ordeal. And the ‘roids the doctor prescribed to me to help with the throat has worked amazingly. I should be back to 100% by Monday hopefully…just in time for everyone to forget my birthday and to celebrate my brother’s and Jesus’ birthday instead. Sigh…
Tomorrow will be extremely depressing. I’ll be sitting at home like I have been the past three days, looking out to what should be a Nor’Easter coming our way, wondering why Mother Nature and my shotty immune system had to come and ruin my Mohegan Sun Big Pimpin’ Birthday Party I had planned.
*Further Addendums:
I may be diagnosed with mono, but besides the severely fucked up throat, I exhibit no other symptoms of typical mono sufferers. Mainly, my energy has been pretty normal throughout this. It was bad during the flu spell a few weeks ago, maybe that was the beginning?
No, I haven’t kissed anyone in the past few weeks. I don’t know how I got it, but it wasn’t from making out with a beautiful girl with a secret illness. I’m trying not to think about the alternatives.
Okay, I know…How did I miss this dance? I’m practically a year behind this craze, which is a damn shame. The Cupid Shuffle apparently bypassed the Northeast or something (or I just haven’t gone to the clubs in a while). This song and dance has been embedded in brain and soul for the past two weeks.
I get it, I should be learning the Soulja Boy dance, but you know me, I’m always a few steps behind the macarana train. I’ll get to it. I’ll get it down before my BIRTHDAY ON WEDNESDAY!
22 is really no age to celebrate, especially when I still look no older than 12, but I’ll do it up. I’m optimistic that 22 will be a great year. Looking forward to moving out and moving rotations in April, make more money, spend more money, and generally be the balla’ that I was born to be. Takin’ more classes, maybe if I still have leftover time and motivation on my hands, start my own business. If I manage to get a great deal on an apartment, maybe take a nice vacation somewhere. The possibilities are endless. 21 was a pretty special year. I got 8 more years to make my 20-somethings something spectacular.
And it all starts with the Cupid Shuffle…Down down do yo’ dance…
Link to Cupid’s Myspace.
Besides the Cupid Shuffle, “369″ is another song that I can’t stop listening to.
The music video
The instructional video
Gotta represent.
