Getting Sick  

rad_vlad 33M
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5/24/2005 10:31 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Getting Sick


I went to see Episode 3 last night with my friends N and R, and two of N's friends. Being the nice guy that I am, I was the first one to arrive and bought tickets for all of them. I'm a sucker for the people I like, and for the people associated with the people I like. Predictably, Episode 3 was a mixture of good and bad. The bad involved things like plot, dialogue, and acting. The good involved 5 light-saber duels and tons of shit blowing up, along with a room full of dismembered children's corpses and Ian McDiarmad calling Yoda "My little green friend." When I first heard about this line, it was enough to make me want to see it, because, through all the episodes of this series, no one even remotely hints at the fact that Yoda is small and green. You'd think it would be the elephant in the room that no one can avoid, but NO! Everyone completely overlooks the fact that he is small and green and manages to whomp ass more than any other character in that series.
But now I'm sick. And I don't mean sick like sick of people talking about this movie. I mean like actually, physically ill. I woke up this morning with a splitting headache and a stuffy nose, and I had the distinct sensation of lumps on my tonsils, which can only mean one thing: the beginning of a dual tonsil-sinus infection. I've had one of these before, and it completely incapacitated me for about three days. I had a 103 degree temperature, chills, I was sweating profusely, I couldn't eat anything, I could barely breathe. It was almost as bad as the first few days after my testicle surgery (and probably as bad as the last few hours before my testicle surgery.
Knowing that I could be massively ill within a few hours, I go to the medical center on campus and ask for an appointment with a doctor. What I get is a consultation with a nurse who tells me that, despite my history, they don't do culture for people who just have sore throats. She gives me a cold kit and tells me to make an appointment if I get worse, unless they're closed, in which case I should drive my ass over to the emergency room. Drive? If I get to the point where I need to go the ER, I won't be able to get out bed, let alone drive. Stupid cunt.
Anyway, now I'm at home, taking practice LSATs, downing medication, and drinking Sonrisa, which is the best fruit juice in the world and arguably the best thing Mexico has ever created aside from beautiful Mexican women. Hopefully, I'll get through this in a couple of days and my next post will see me in a brighter mood and a healthier disposition.

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