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[11 May 2008|06:53pm] |
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So, it is confirmed.
Friday, May 30th, I shall be having my party and it will be at Nate's apartment. Let's say it starts around seven-ish for those of you who might have to do some driving to get back home or don't want to stay out too late. Anyone who would like to come is welcome. Bring a friend!**
There will be liquor. And other alcoholic beverages. And snacks and food. Unfortunately, I cannot provide rides for this event.
I wish Chick-Fil-A were open on Sundays. Or that maybe it wasn't Sunday. But it is.
Also, I should get around to charging my phone so that I can take calls. Call me anytime. I usually answer if I hear my phone. Sometimes the phone is elusive, though.
Now I eat. Or scavenge.
** As long as they're cool.
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[06 May 2008|03:53pm] |
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I just want it to stop hurting so bad.
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[02 May 2008|01:14pm] |
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So the surgery is set for Monday, June 2.
I will be having a pre-surgery party (I was thinking Friday, May 30).
The location has yet to be set, but will in all likelihood be at Nate's.
There will be alcohol. And pizza. Because I like to eat pizza when I'm drunk (or, really, I like to eat most things when I'm drunk). Music will be there. You're probably invited (and those of you who are not invited know who you are ... but I don't know who you are, and that is why you're not invited ... if that makes sense).
Autumn wants me to have a post-surgery party, also. This would be the party where I lay on the couch and have people party around me while I yell things like, "Man, I am so HYDRATED. You don't even know how hydrated I am. I just drank a ton of water. Awesome!" There would be some finger dancing involved, I imagine. But that is probably a party I will not be in the mood to have.
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I love sauce.
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[28 Apr 2008|10:31am] |
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Got the nerve conduction study done today. It wasn't as painful as I thought it would be, though my legs are now a little sore. My muscles feel very odd because the electricity made them jump around a bit.
Apparently the reading they got meant that my nerves were in excellent condition. The doctor said something about how the readings were twice as good as anyone else she's ever had to do the test on. This means: no nerve damage. This may also mean no surgery, which means ... well, guys, my health insurance is gone when I turn 22, so you better make sure you make the right decision if you're thinking about whether or not I get the knife.
Also, you better give me some painkillers to tide me over until I can have it done.
I have an appointment with Dr. Furey tomorrow at 3:00, and we'll be going over the results and then discussing the issue some more. Just because my nerves work great doesn't mean that I'm not in pain.
Almost perfect combination of pills: 10mg of vicodin, 1mg lorazepam, no food for the past twelve-ish hours. Weeeee!
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[26 Apr 2008|07:17pm] |
Mindless Self Indulgence at the Agora on Tuesday. $22 admission seems kind of steep, but what the hell else am I going to spend it on? Food? Ha!
If anyone wants to come, let me know.
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[25 Apr 2008|02:42pm] |
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So, do you think I've been misrepresenting myself if my psychiatrist thinks that I don't need to see another psychiatrist? She said I should just ask my primary care doctor for the prescriptions that I have when I run out.
Also, my psychologist my senior year didn't think I needed to see another psychologist. I'm starting to get the impression that mental health doctors seem to think I'm wasting their time.
Seriously?
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[23 Apr 2008|07:15pm] |
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I have never had so much trouble from a car place before in my life.
Friday I took my car in bright and early to get work done, then they called me at three and told me that it couldn't be done. Then I was supposed to drop my car off today at six and they were going to give me a rental car so that I could maybe get home. Well, I show up and drop it off and then couldn't get a car from Toyota's rental agency because I'm not 21. After much confusion and some yelling on my part, they got the manager of the place on the phone and he said he had made an appointment at six for Enterprise (the other car rental place), but they closed at five. Hmmm.
So I got my car back and they're going to pick it up at my house tomorrow morning and leave me another car ... at eight in the morning. No one gets up at eight in the morning around here. Not even the cats are awake.
I guess it works out, but ... what a fucking headache.
Friday I have an appointment with my psychiatrist, who is retiring on May 1. Awesome.
Monday at 8:15 in the morning (I HATE MORNINGS) I get to have a nerve conduction study done. This is where they stick needles into my legs and then run electric currents through them to test the nerves. It's supposed to be extremely painful (they didn't tell me this when I signed up for it; I thought maybe I would get a sedative of some sort). If my nerves are still healthy and alive, I can go ahead with surgery. If not, there's nothing they can do and I'll be screwed forever (that's when I kill myself).
The surgery itself is a laminectomy, which basically means that they're going to trim/remove the lamina of the vertebrae to make more room for my nerves. On a scale of 1 to 10, my spinal stenosis gets a 5 as far as severity goes (which means they can probably do something about it).
Afterward I can't drive a car for four weeks, meaning I get to see hardly anyone because only two people have cars. I shouldn't do a whole lot of activity for six weeks, so that rules out walking a whole bunch. BAH.
What is it with people not wanting me to be in a car? It's like a goddamn conspiracy.
I want to smash something.
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[12 Apr 2008|07:33pm] |
There's something inside that still tells me to write sometimes.
But whenever I sit down to do it, I just feel so tired and worn. Like there's nothing left.
The well's run dry and the people will die, wither away. Without water, there can be no life.
And without life all you have is a cluster of empty buildings. Sometimes you can hear the doors of the abandoned houses banging in the wind. Other than that, there is no sound, aside from the insects.
Dear world,
I am dying of the plague, and if you haven't caught it yet, you will. You will all be lifeless, you will all be crushed, you will all cease to exist. There is no salvation, there is no hope, there is no life after this. Death really is the end.
Futility is reality.
I can feel myself slipping again.
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[06 Apr 2008|02:39am] |
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Current state of recovery:
Left side of mouth: no longer swollen, little to no pain, fine to chew with
Right side of mouth: extremely swollen and painful; sensitive to cold, heat, pressure, and tilting my head to the right
Stomach: still a little queasy, probably from mixture of no solid food and painkillers and maybe some blood
Prognosis:
Will be fine by Monday. Will attempt to play around outside as much as possible. Will celebrate by eating some kind of delicious solid food. Someone should join me.
Other Stuff:
If the surgeon tells you not to smoke for 24 hours and the dentist tells you not to smoke for a week, which one do you listen to?
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[05 Apr 2008|01:05pm] |
I should have considered the consequences of sleeping on my side all night and burying my face into five million pillows.
Ow.
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[04 Apr 2008|08:12pm] |
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So the worst part is over...
After the surgery they stuck gauze in my mouth and told me to change it every 20 minutes and to keep doing that until it stopped bleeding. Well, I disobeyed. By 5:00 I was fed up with the gauze and just took it out and didn't replace it. Then I crushed up a pain pill and stirred it into some apple sauce and ate it and now everything's cool (aside from still not being able to feel the tip of my tongue or my bottom lip, which is more weird than bothersome).
They even allowed me to get a refill on my pain pills -- they're generics for Lortab 10s, which I think is essentially vicodin with acetemenophin. I think it's stronger than the vicodin I had been taking previously for my spine, though. They're smaller, which will make them easier to swallow when I can feel my mouth.
I'm still salty about having to get them removed at this point (they don't hurt and probably wouldn't have started hurting for another couple years, according to my dentist). The top two were already in but the surgeon decided those needed to come out, too.
Now I will never be wise. :(
I'll be allowed to eat soft foods and hot foods tomorrow (today it was strictly liquid, cold or room temperature ... not that I think I could handle eating something other than that). We'll see how that goes.
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[03 Apr 2008|11:46pm] |
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As I write this, I am smoking my last cigarette ... for a week, at least. I haven't decided whether or not that's long enough for me to quit. I suppose we shall see next Friday.
Getting my wisdom teeth removed tomorrow morning. Kinda floaty with the pills I took for sleeping already, but I thought this could use a good update.
... Not that I actually have anything interesting or insightful to say right now, other than ... uh ... LORAZEPAM! YAY!
I'm definitely keeping my doctor on the lorazepam train. Perhaps when I see her next I'll try to get her to jump on board the ritalin train, too. Obviously I need speed. To counteract the muscle relaxers. That help (sort of) with the pain. But only when mixed with vicodin. Will be asking for more vicodin from the tooth doctors.
I wish I could ask for percocet and not look like a druggie. But I have my reasons! The non-opiate pain relievers have never helped and usually only result in making me horribly ill. Tylenol 3 doesn't do anything. Darvocet makes my stomach feel like it's being stabbed with a bunch of knives. Vicodin gives me really bad heartburn -- sometimes if I take two or more vicodin I get sick (on my bottle it told me to take 1-2 every 4-8 hours, so two isn't actually abusing it). Percocet (which I got from the gall bladder surgery) and oxycontin (SHUT UP) are the only two pain relievers I've taken that both work and don't have awful side effects.
I took ultram/tramodol this one time and it just made me sick, spacey, and headachey. I'm already spacey enough as it is, and I don't want a pain reliever to give me a headache.
Clearly I had enough in me to rant about pain pills again.
Now. More about the Great Mortality (aka Black Death) until sleep comes! Wooo!
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[01 Apr 2008|05:52pm] |
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So the other day I went to turn on my laptop and it brought up a message that said, "Operating System Not Found."
... I tried it again today and it's working just fine.
Should I be concerned?
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[30 Mar 2008|02:55pm] |
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I'm super sneezy and my throat hurts (like it has been for the past week).
I guess that's what I get from sleeping in my car.
Hopefully my immune system realizes what's going on soon and kills it all off. I'm a little concerned because I haven't gotten a fever yet, which generally means that whatever I have is going to stick around for a while.
In other news, my wisdom teeth are coming out on Friday. No smoking for seven days. I mean, if I'm not going to be smoking for seven days, I might as well suck it up and just quit, right? And I should stop because of my spine. But ... I like nicotine.
Sometime before then I have to get my shot. Perhaps Tuesday...
Tomorrow I register for classes. At Lakeland. I won't be taking a lot because I just can't stand the people that go there ... and also because I can take a lot of the same classes at CSU later and maybe I might actually be able to care in that case; this is going under the assumption that maybe at a real school the professors will be able to get through most of the lectures they planned ... as opposed to being eight behind.
Blerg.
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[27 Mar 2008|05:29pm] |
I will be leaving for Evansville tonight.
I will be sleeping (probably) in my car. That'll be tons of fun.
If anyone would like to contact me, my phone number is : 440-487-8421
That's all.
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[24 Mar 2008|01:41am] |
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Since the University of Evansville requires me to write them a letter in order to get my transcripts sent, and because I'm sure I'll mess up the letter somehow, I'm going to be taking a trip down there to get it sorted out this weekend. I'll probably be leaving Friday afternoon-ish, unless the offices are closed on Saturdays (if so, I would appreciate being informed), in which case I'll be forced to leave Thursday night.
So if anyone would like to see me who is located there or on the way there (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!...probably), I'll be around for a little while, just get in touch.
In other news, on Tuesday I'm getting a new cell phone, since my current one is ... uh ... out of commission. It works sometimes, but sometimes is not enough. Until then, you can try calling, but most of the time you'll just hear garbled noise; leave voice mails if you need to tell me something or text messages if you'd like to talk.
Unfortunately, I forgot to post my Public Service Announcement, but you can use the advice for next year:
Please remember to get your tetanus shots if you are planning to participate in any Easter crucifixions or flagellations!
Tonight's featured music: Hits of 1997! Including such artists as Sugar Ray, the Cardigans, the Spice Girls, Blur, and the Backstreet Boys! With a special appearance by Paula Cole! Seriously, where have all the cowboys gone?
So, in short:
1. Indiana weekend
2. New phone
3. Easter crucifixions require tetanus shots
4. 1997!
Edit: September 26th - Hatred Day
Someone had to write it down.
Edit 2: BREAKING NEWS! HILLARY CLINTON CAUGHT SPEAKING IN BINARY!
(Get it? 'Cause she's a robot.)
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[19 Mar 2008|04:39pm] |
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Tonight I'm going to gay bar.
I'm going to start a war ... a nuclear war ... at the gay bar.
School is awful. Perhaps I should just stop going and get a job instead. CSU will still take me if I'm not going to Lakeland; it's not like I'll have failed the classes, just withdrew. Still, I want the money that I would get from the good grades.
I should probably go back to the pain doctor soon for my third injection, but it's just so awful that I find myself thinking it isn't worth it: just keep taking my vicodin and flexeril and I'll feel fine. The pills don't do anything to stop the progression of the condition, though.
Soon it will be warm and I imagine it will bother me less; I hardly noticed it while in Punta Cana, though it was only five days so it's hard to say definitively. I can hope, though. :)
(gay bar, gay bar, gay bar!)
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[14 Mar 2008|06:41pm] |
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I'm back!
Pros:
People speak English here.
The food is edible.*
Friends.
Cons:
It's coldish.
I have school on Monday.
Everything is gray.
Life is back to monotony.
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While away, I have decided that I will make a movie in the style of Boa vs. Python, except this one will be called Flamingo vs. Goose. No, really, it's believable. I totally saw it happen. That flamingo was PISSED.
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[08 Mar 2008|02:57pm] |
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Let's hear it for the blizzard.
Woooo!
(I'm so glad I'm leaving on Monday.)
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[07 Mar 2008|05:02am] |
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Chasing an opossum ... I'm frickin' awesome.
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nu ma, nu ma iei,
nu ma, nu ma iei,
nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.
Chipul tau si
dragostea din tei
mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
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THIS IS MAMBO NO.5!!!
(the venga bus is coming...)
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