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Like I mentioned in my last post, I was getting pretty sick since Monday night, went to the nurse Tuesday and got sent home with a cold kit. My ankle sprain from about a month ago hasn't totally gone away, so I made an appointment with sports medicine to have it checked out on Wednesday cause...it's free. And you know my motto: if it's free, it's me. (Actually, this is one of my two mottoes. The other is: life ain't nothing but bitches and money.)
So I go to my appointment Wednesday morning, and I'm suffering. The whole night before I got no sleep because the sinus infection is generating a splitting headache, I can't eat cause my tonsils are so swollen and raw that I can't swallow anything, and I alternate between bitter chills and a brutal fever. When I get to the doctor, she takes one look at me and knows I'm in bad shape. I go through the whole spiel about the tonsil and sinus infection and seeing the nurse the day before. She takes one look at my tonsils and knows that it's strep and writes me a prescripting for an antibiotic. One of the fun ones. Then she tells me that the sprain I have is an unusual one that takes about six weeks to heal, but I haven't been doing it any favors by running on a treadmill, so I get a new ankle brace and I should be fine in 2-4 weeks.
I drive home feeling slightly better, knowing what's wrong with both my ankle and my head and knowing how to fix it. I take my first dose of antibiotics, peel off my clothes (which at this point are drenched in sweat since I am no longer capable of maintaining body temperature) and climb into bed, where I pass out. For about 6 hours.
The sleep and the antibiotics do me some good, cause when I wake up, my headache is dialed down and my throat is not as sore, so I go out with my friend D, get some wonton soup and watch the season finale of Lost. Was I a little pissed that it generated more questions than answers? Yea, a little bit. But it was worth it just to see Arzt get blown into little bits and Sayid cauterize the Hobbit's wound with gunpowder. That's awesome.
Thursday I didn't do much besides practice for the LSAT, which involved taking a practice exam at the test center. There I unexpectedly ran into C, a mutual friend of me and D. She was taking the course but decided to hold off taking the real test till October. When we got done, I invited C to my place for dinner and a movie. We ended up watching 8 1/2; we weren't able to bring up the english subtitles for Japanese horror movie Audition, so we got stuck with Fellini. And folks, at the risk of sounding like a philistine, I have to say that I wasn't all that impressed. Watch it for yourself if you don't believe, but be warned, it's 138 minutes of poorly constructed cinema.
As readers of my blog are no doubt well aware, I'm a bit of a lothario. Maybe it's the eyes, or the slightly feminine features, or the voice, or the head; whatever it is, I can usually have my way with women. Except for one class of women: those who start out as friends and then drift into a vaguely romantic no man's land. I never know how to act around these women, because on the one hand, they're usually very attractive. On the other hand, I have a constant sense of doubt that what I am interpreting as sexual interest is really them just being comfortable around a friend. It always freaks me out because I'd love to get down with them, but at the same time I don't want to make a move where it's not warranted and end up complicating a perfectly good acquaintance or friendship.
As it stands, it really doesn't make much difference since I'm getting over strep throat and probably shouldn't be kissing anyone anyway. But it still eats away at me. How should I handle these women? Should I handle them at all?