Showing posts with label threesies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label threesies. Show all posts
Thursday, January 10
Oh. Right.
The appointment on Friday saw me hospitalized for jaundice. I got better on Tuesday. Life goes on.
Wednesday, January 2
The votes have been tallied: I'm dying.
I was feeling particularly optimistic for the new year until about 8:30 yesterday morning when I spent nearly two hours in the bathroom with the threesies. This was before I had anything to eat.
So far, the new year has seen me going to the toilet on almost if not on an hourly basis, and I am glad to say that I have somehow remained hydrated through it all. Still, the sheer volume of diarrhea I've had since the beginning of the week weighed against the amount of food that I've ingested leads me to believe that I have one of two things. The first option is that I'm infected with malaria, and the second is that my intestines are failing.
Whatever the case may be, I've decided that enough is enough. I'm tired of it actually requiring effort to press the keys on this keyboard, I'm tired of my stomach constantly being in pain, I'm tired of the way my threesies are completely barreling through my family's supply of toilet paper AND moistened wipes, and I'm tired of the way this new Imodium tastes.
I'm setting up an appointment with a doctor on base tomorrow. If God loves me, that doctor will immediately refer me to a better hospital for a same-day appointment.
So far, the new year has seen me going to the toilet on almost if not on an hourly basis, and I am glad to say that I have somehow remained hydrated through it all. Still, the sheer volume of diarrhea I've had since the beginning of the week weighed against the amount of food that I've ingested leads me to believe that I have one of two things. The first option is that I'm infected with malaria, and the second is that my intestines are failing.
Whatever the case may be, I've decided that enough is enough. I'm tired of it actually requiring effort to press the keys on this keyboard, I'm tired of my stomach constantly being in pain, I'm tired of the way my threesies are completely barreling through my family's supply of toilet paper AND moistened wipes, and I'm tired of the way this new Imodium tastes.
I'm setting up an appointment with a doctor on base tomorrow. If God loves me, that doctor will immediately refer me to a better hospital for a same-day appointment.
Thursday, October 25
More reveries from slumberland
Today hit me kind of hard. There was the American Government class, which is aksumg me for a debate paper in a week on whether or not the war in Iraq was justified. There was acting, which never really hits me hard, but involved running around today, and I have the cardiovascular capability of a chain-smoking obese 12 year-old (oddly enough, this becomes an invalid when I'm dancing). And then I was hit by German, in which I have an assignment to now hand in late, and an assignment due on Friday, but this is still manageable. Then there's the wonderful hour of today that was macroeconomics. You know you're paying enough for college when you learn two days before the 3-5 page paper is due that you have a 3-5 page paper to write. Yes, I probably should have foreseen this kind ofthing coming, what with my having been at a faculty-excused drama conference the day it was assigned and Septober's natural ability to screw with my perception of what is utter bullcrap, but my life just wouldn't be interesting were it not for the self-inflicted pain I suffer.
But I have evidence to support my belief that this, too, is manageable. The one thing I don't know is manageable or not is something that one would expect to be abundantly manageable: my own body. Notwithstanding the incredible cinnamon-flavored fiber cookies it's had me discover, my GI tract is still my mustachioed enemy in this, the melodrama that is my life (hooray, that came out incredibly emo) (as a courtesy, I now take the time to remind my readers that melodramas are actually comedies). So I am off to the doctor's office tomorrow, that I may hope to bring the resurfaced threesies to an end once and for all.
The funny thing is that when you consider that this is my own body rebelling against me, this, too, is self-inflicted pain. And believe me, you can call TMI as often as you want, it's still not even close hearing it as it is experiencing it firsthand.
Tomorrow might be good. Here's to the night.
But I have evidence to support my belief that this, too, is manageable. The one thing I don't know is manageable or not is something that one would expect to be abundantly manageable: my own body. Notwithstanding the incredible cinnamon-flavored fiber cookies it's had me discover, my GI tract is still my mustachioed enemy in this, the melodrama that is my life (hooray, that came out incredibly emo) (as a courtesy, I now take the time to remind my readers that melodramas are actually comedies). So I am off to the doctor's office tomorrow, that I may hope to bring the resurfaced threesies to an end once and for all.
The funny thing is that when you consider that this is my own body rebelling against me, this, too, is self-inflicted pain. And believe me, you can call TMI as often as you want, it's still not even close hearing it as it is experiencing it firsthand.
Tomorrow might be good. Here's to the night.
Tuesday, October 23
Anatomy of a day
7:00 - My alarm goes off, I open and close my cell phone to turn it off.
7:30 - My iMac starts playing my "Songs I generally listen to" playlist. I'm pretty sure it starts with Matchbox Twenty.
9:00 - The second alarm I set for myself goes off. Switchfoot is playing.
9:07 - I finally decide to get up out of bed when "Gone" by Switchfoot starts up.
9:12 - I get to the bathroom. Its dispenser is still out of soap, as it has been for over a week now.
9:30 - I get out of the shower as Chet walks in. He tells me that I should tell an RA or Tolu about the soap.
9:33 - I get my pants on and walk out of the bathroom just as Tolu walks in. I inform him of the soap.
9:35 - I walk back into my room. "Upside Down" by Jack Johnson.
9:37 - I put my contact lenses in and put on deodorant. I shuffle through the shirts in my shirt drawer and pick out the Doane College one. I don't look half bad in orange.
9:40 - Something compels me to update Growl on my iMac. I do so, and then spend a bit of time screwing with its functions.
9:50 - I realize that if I want breakfast today, I need to book it to the coffee shop. I bring my iPod along. "The Remedy" by Jason Mraz.
9:55 - I make it into the Common Grounds in time to get a peanut butter muffin and a mocha blend smoothie. "Kiss From a Rose" by Seal.
10:00 - I get back to the dorms just in time for Scrubs. It's a commercial, so I take the opportunity to get the paper on which this was originally written and my photojournalism book. "Big Yellow Taxi" by Counting Crows.
10:05 - Scrubs is back on. "My Malpractice Decision" and "My Female Trouble."
10:15 - My stomach starts its rebellion again, marking the fourth consecutive day of GI trouble since I added more fiber to my diet.
10:57 - I head to work-study to cover for Jess. On the way out, I discover that sometimes it is just easier to expel things from your mind. Then I reflect on "Loves me, loves me not," and wonder if its accuracy is to be always trusted.
11:03 - I get to the library, and then go to the bathroom.
11:15 - I catch up on what I've been doing today.
11:20 - I help an old man by changing quarters for a dollar.
11:35 - I finish catching up, and start listening to my iPod again.
11:37 - I crack open my photojournalism book to start studying for tonight. "Open Arms" by Journey.
12:35 - I finish chapter one and consider lunch, transferring, and meeting with Jeff. "Here's to the Night" by Eve 6.
12:50 - The next person on duty arrives. Now to lunch. "Into the Ocean" by Blue October.
12:59 - I set my breaded chicken sandwich down next to my sun chips and drink. Immediately, I go to Academic Support to see if I can get a transfer thing going.
1:02 - The woman I need to talk to is in a Safe Space Training seminar. My heart smiles, and I go to get my mail.
1:05 - There's a reminder to help with the blood drive, a packet of the available interterm classes this January, and a form for off-campus cultural events in my box.
1:11 - I finish my sandwich and return the form to the Academic Support desk. The woman I need to talk to is still not back. "Be Yourself" by Audioslave.
1:15 - My iPod reminds me of my meeting with Jeff. Off I go. "Dare You To Move" by Switchfoot.
1:25 - I make a pitstop in my room to drop off my coat, photojournalism book, chips, and mailbox stuffers. I pick up a notebook with a hard cover, and my cell phone. No new calls since I put it on the charger. "Nowhere Near" by Summercamp.
1:30 - I arrive outside of Jeff's door. On the way over, I see a guy running in a bit of a baseball outfit, and am reminded of the assignment in photojournalism I have yet to attempt. "Crazy" by Alanis Morissette.
1:34 - I decide to check up on the news. "Breathe" by Anna Nalick.
1:47 - Jeff comes to talk to me after I've been waiting. The problem is what I thought it would be: American Government. "Hallelujah" by John Cale.
1:52 - Chet comes into the office. I scare him away with my awesome machismo.
1:55 - I leave Jeff's office for Dr. Hill's. He isn't in at the moment, so I remind myself to go down again Wednesday afternoon. "Life is a Highway" by Rascal Flatts.
1:58 - I go to the SLO again to declare my intention to transfer at the semester. "Are You Happy Now?" by Michelle Branch.
1:59 - I run into Dr. Hill outside of the SLO, and walking back to his office, he informs me that my debate paper will schew my grade greatly. He also tells me that my study habits may be lackluster now that I'm not in high school anymore. My idea to have him think I'm a freshman continues to amuse.
2:10 - I leave Dr. Hill's office and get back to my room.
2:13 - I sit at my desk and continue to chronicle.
2:26 - Now to get that sports photo. "Higher Ground" by Red Hot Chili Peppers.
2:38 - I am reminded of the basis behind my passionate hatred of sports and sports photography. The smell of cinnamon reminds me of my cookies. "Yesterdays" by Switchfoot.
2:43 - I run across my fourth student tour of the day. Walking past, I can't help but think what fun it would be to etch "RUN" in red ink on multiple scrawls of paper and leave them where I know touring students would find them.
2:46 - I grab some fiber cookies.
2:58 - I recall the presence of an airport in Crete, and stakeout for skydivers. "Move Along" by All-American Rejects.
3:08 - I snap a photo of two joggers. Not what I had come for, but whatevs. "Someday" by Nickelback.
3:18 - I get back to my room and watch an episode of Avatar before voice seminar. "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5.
3:52 - Avatar is still awesome, but now for the seminar.
4:03 - I get to the seminar, which Hannah Jo Smith promises will be short.
4:12 - We get out of the seminar, but not before Hannah Jo frightens my soul to its core.
4:15 - On the way back to the dorm, Tyler tells me about how one of his voice lessons with Hannah Jo was nothing but him exploding over a ton of pent-up emotions, and then crying. I suddenly realize just how strong our will to pretend that we aren't bothered by something can sometimes be, and how unhealthy it is to let those emotions all come out at the same time. Yet we all engage in the act of pretending that things don't get to us. Chekov! How right Chekov was!
4:21 - I start typing an article for American Govt.'s class tomorrow. "Poison Kiss" by The Last Goodnight.
4:49 - I finish typing my article. In printing it out, I run into Aaron Holmes, whom I try to help set up his computer to print from Frees lab. We fail.
5:00 - Aaron, Ben-Kaye, and I go to eat in the caf. We run into other AπEs there and discuss interterm options.
5:35 - I find myself unable to eat another bite of my pizza. Most of the AπEs have left, so I go to get an ice cream cone and sit with Liz, Zach, and Chanel.
5:45 - After regaling Liz and Zach with what happened today, I feel a MIGHTY NEED to use the bathroom once more.
5:50 - I go to the bathroom, but see Ben-Kaye and Aaron playing billiards, and decide to photograph them for my sports assignment.
6:00 - I go to the bathroom. It doesn't feel good.
6:10 - I head back to my room after photographing Aaron and Ben-Kaye at fußball.
6:15 - Off to rehearsal. My stomach is still sick.
6:27 - I get to the Con. I go to the bathroom.
6:54 - I begin getting actual staging in Arabian Nights. I don't have my script on me tonight. I lost it between yesterday and today.
6:59 - I go to photojournalism class. Midterm today. Hoorah.
7:07 - Richard hands out the test to Layne and I.
7:25 - I finish bombing the test.
7:54 - Class is dismissed. I hang out for a second.
9:19 - Rehearsal is done for the night. I go back to my room.
9:30 - I make it back to my room and log onto Adium for the night. I might do my German homework (and by might, I mean should), but today was way too hectic...
7:30 - My iMac starts playing my "Songs I generally listen to" playlist. I'm pretty sure it starts with Matchbox Twenty.
9:00 - The second alarm I set for myself goes off. Switchfoot is playing.
9:07 - I finally decide to get up out of bed when "Gone" by Switchfoot starts up.
9:12 - I get to the bathroom. Its dispenser is still out of soap, as it has been for over a week now.
9:30 - I get out of the shower as Chet walks in. He tells me that I should tell an RA or Tolu about the soap.
9:33 - I get my pants on and walk out of the bathroom just as Tolu walks in. I inform him of the soap.
9:35 - I walk back into my room. "Upside Down" by Jack Johnson.
9:37 - I put my contact lenses in and put on deodorant. I shuffle through the shirts in my shirt drawer and pick out the Doane College one. I don't look half bad in orange.
9:40 - Something compels me to update Growl on my iMac. I do so, and then spend a bit of time screwing with its functions.
9:50 - I realize that if I want breakfast today, I need to book it to the coffee shop. I bring my iPod along. "The Remedy" by Jason Mraz.
9:55 - I make it into the Common Grounds in time to get a peanut butter muffin and a mocha blend smoothie. "Kiss From a Rose" by Seal.
10:00 - I get back to the dorms just in time for Scrubs. It's a commercial, so I take the opportunity to get the paper on which this was originally written and my photojournalism book. "Big Yellow Taxi" by Counting Crows.
10:05 - Scrubs is back on. "My Malpractice Decision" and "My Female Trouble."
10:15 - My stomach starts its rebellion again, marking the fourth consecutive day of GI trouble since I added more fiber to my diet.
10:57 - I head to work-study to cover for Jess. On the way out, I discover that sometimes it is just easier to expel things from your mind. Then I reflect on "Loves me, loves me not," and wonder if its accuracy is to be always trusted.
11:03 - I get to the library, and then go to the bathroom.
11:15 - I catch up on what I've been doing today.
11:20 - I help an old man by changing quarters for a dollar.
11:35 - I finish catching up, and start listening to my iPod again.
11:37 - I crack open my photojournalism book to start studying for tonight. "Open Arms" by Journey.
12:35 - I finish chapter one and consider lunch, transferring, and meeting with Jeff. "Here's to the Night" by Eve 6.
12:50 - The next person on duty arrives. Now to lunch. "Into the Ocean" by Blue October.
12:59 - I set my breaded chicken sandwich down next to my sun chips and drink. Immediately, I go to Academic Support to see if I can get a transfer thing going.
1:02 - The woman I need to talk to is in a Safe Space Training seminar. My heart smiles, and I go to get my mail.
1:05 - There's a reminder to help with the blood drive, a packet of the available interterm classes this January, and a form for off-campus cultural events in my box.
1:11 - I finish my sandwich and return the form to the Academic Support desk. The woman I need to talk to is still not back. "Be Yourself" by Audioslave.
1:15 - My iPod reminds me of my meeting with Jeff. Off I go. "Dare You To Move" by Switchfoot.
1:25 - I make a pitstop in my room to drop off my coat, photojournalism book, chips, and mailbox stuffers. I pick up a notebook with a hard cover, and my cell phone. No new calls since I put it on the charger. "Nowhere Near" by Summercamp.
1:30 - I arrive outside of Jeff's door. On the way over, I see a guy running in a bit of a baseball outfit, and am reminded of the assignment in photojournalism I have yet to attempt. "Crazy" by Alanis Morissette.
1:34 - I decide to check up on the news. "Breathe" by Anna Nalick.
1:47 - Jeff comes to talk to me after I've been waiting. The problem is what I thought it would be: American Government. "Hallelujah" by John Cale.
1:52 - Chet comes into the office. I scare him away with my awesome machismo.
1:55 - I leave Jeff's office for Dr. Hill's. He isn't in at the moment, so I remind myself to go down again Wednesday afternoon. "Life is a Highway" by Rascal Flatts.
1:58 - I go to the SLO again to declare my intention to transfer at the semester. "Are You Happy Now?" by Michelle Branch.
1:59 - I run into Dr. Hill outside of the SLO, and walking back to his office, he informs me that my debate paper will schew my grade greatly. He also tells me that my study habits may be lackluster now that I'm not in high school anymore. My idea to have him think I'm a freshman continues to amuse.
2:10 - I leave Dr. Hill's office and get back to my room.
2:13 - I sit at my desk and continue to chronicle.
2:26 - Now to get that sports photo. "Higher Ground" by Red Hot Chili Peppers.
2:38 - I am reminded of the basis behind my passionate hatred of sports and sports photography. The smell of cinnamon reminds me of my cookies. "Yesterdays" by Switchfoot.
2:43 - I run across my fourth student tour of the day. Walking past, I can't help but think what fun it would be to etch "RUN" in red ink on multiple scrawls of paper and leave them where I know touring students would find them.
2:46 - I grab some fiber cookies.
2:58 - I recall the presence of an airport in Crete, and stakeout for skydivers. "Move Along" by All-American Rejects.
3:08 - I snap a photo of two joggers. Not what I had come for, but whatevs. "Someday" by Nickelback.
3:18 - I get back to my room and watch an episode of Avatar before voice seminar. "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5.
3:52 - Avatar is still awesome, but now for the seminar.
4:03 - I get to the seminar, which Hannah Jo Smith promises will be short.
4:12 - We get out of the seminar, but not before Hannah Jo frightens my soul to its core.
4:15 - On the way back to the dorm, Tyler tells me about how one of his voice lessons with Hannah Jo was nothing but him exploding over a ton of pent-up emotions, and then crying. I suddenly realize just how strong our will to pretend that we aren't bothered by something can sometimes be, and how unhealthy it is to let those emotions all come out at the same time. Yet we all engage in the act of pretending that things don't get to us. Chekov! How right Chekov was!
4:21 - I start typing an article for American Govt.'s class tomorrow. "Poison Kiss" by The Last Goodnight.
4:49 - I finish typing my article. In printing it out, I run into Aaron Holmes, whom I try to help set up his computer to print from Frees lab. We fail.
5:00 - Aaron, Ben-Kaye, and I go to eat in the caf. We run into other AπEs there and discuss interterm options.
5:35 - I find myself unable to eat another bite of my pizza. Most of the AπEs have left, so I go to get an ice cream cone and sit with Liz, Zach, and Chanel.
5:45 - After regaling Liz and Zach with what happened today, I feel a MIGHTY NEED to use the bathroom once more.
5:50 - I go to the bathroom, but see Ben-Kaye and Aaron playing billiards, and decide to photograph them for my sports assignment.
6:00 - I go to the bathroom. It doesn't feel good.
6:10 - I head back to my room after photographing Aaron and Ben-Kaye at fußball.
6:15 - Off to rehearsal. My stomach is still sick.
6:27 - I get to the Con. I go to the bathroom.
6:54 - I begin getting actual staging in Arabian Nights. I don't have my script on me tonight. I lost it between yesterday and today.
6:59 - I go to photojournalism class. Midterm today. Hoorah.
7:07 - Richard hands out the test to Layne and I.
7:25 - I finish bombing the test.
7:54 - Class is dismissed. I hang out for a second.
9:19 - Rehearsal is done for the night. I go back to my room.
9:30 - I make it back to my room and log onto Adium for the night. I might do my German homework (and by might, I mean should), but today was way too hectic...
Thursday, September 27
Goodness, I feel miserable.
My feeling miserable has nothing to do with that. I just like it for its stupidity.
No, I feel terrible because I have a headache, I'm having hot flashes (which the hoodie seems to have a dissipating effect on, ironically), and I had threesies on the toilet five times today. I know, it's an uncomfortable thought, but more uncomfortable is having to deal with it.
I went to the doctor's office today, for three reasons: first, my toenail, which was ingrown at the end of last semester, cut out, and is now growing in... ingrown. Second, the threesies. And third, these incredibly frequent bouts of dizziness I've been having recently, which have usually been accompanied by a headache in some region of my skull, and was disturbingly close to my brain stem yesterday. The doctor gave me a prescription for antibiotics for the toenail, and told me that the dizziness couldn't be resolved until we got the toenail and the threesies under control. I feel like that makes sense, since an infection can affect every part of your body, and dehydration can lead to a vast array of noggin-related symptoms. So tomorrow I go to get that prescription filled out, and I get everything else straightened out, too.
Oh, and my iPod had better be here, if FedEx knows what's good for it.
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