Tuesday, April 29, 2008
I The first time I got them I was in the third grade. Now, at the age of 21, I have chickenpox. It turned out to be quite an adventure.
Sunday, I started to reak out. At first I thought it was just hives. They looked like what I thought hives should look like. So I took some prescription strength Zyrtek. I thought everything would be ok.
It did not turn out as good as I had hoped.
Last night at 11pm, the bumps were still itching. Plus I felt some dizziness and a headache. So I go into m bed and lay down. While laying the bed, I felt my face start to flush. I told the girlfriend and she got concerned. I took my temperature and it was at 100.6. She called her mom, who is a nurse. As we are talking to her mom, more bumps are forming. She says if anything get worse, go to the ER. We take my temperature at 11:30. 101.1
Trip to the hospital.
We go to St. Vincent at first. I get seen pretty quickly. This doctor was wack. He never even looked at my arm. I told him I had bumps and a fever. He said I had some allergy issues. So he prescribes Amoxicillan, Nasonex, and Prednisone. I was a little upset. I asked for a second opinion. He said he was pretty sure about his diagnosis. I roll-bounced out of there. I have allergies and they have never caused me to itch or get a fever. I also di dnot want to put my hands on anyone. I still had a fever and I was not thinking clearly at all. Plus the dude never looked at me. I was raging mad.
Thus, we head to Hamot Hospital. I takes FOREVER to get seen. I fell asleep before I got seen. This doctor however was cool. He took my temperature. Then he listened to me and asked me a bunch of questions. Next, he looked at my arm for like 5 minutes. He then looked at my leg where there were also bumps.
He stands up says, "This makes sense. You have chickenpox"
"You sure?" I asked. " I have already had chickenpox"
"Some people never develop immunity. The body never works 100% all the time."
I am relieved. I told him what happened at the other hospoital. He laughed and said if the other doctor would have just looked, it would have been a simple diagnosis. He told me to get some Benadryl and stay away from people.
So I but Calamine lotion, Aveeno oatmeal bath, and Twizzlers. Now I am in exile.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
The rules are as follows:
* link to the person that tagged you : Charles
* post the rules on your blog
* share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
* tag random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
* let each random person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog
2. I hold grudges. It is something I should probably work on. When I hate someone, I truly do. It is hard to get off my shit list. Plus I am extremely vocal about it.
3. I play with my locks when I am bored. I sit in class and just play in my own hair. It gives me something to do while my professor rants about structuralism, Marxist archaeology, and the role that behavioral archaeology plays in social theory.
4. Scrabble is my favorite board game. I get really competitive about Scrabble. I have been know to throw tiles at people when upset. I have even stormed out of rooms. I cannot help it. I am uber-competitive about everything. Thats why I do not do sports. My college has horrible teams and I hate to lose.
5. I have to open the refrigerator when I walk in the door. It is a habit. I have done it since forever. I do it even when I am not hungry. I just have to look in the refrigerator.
6. Lately I have been having dreams about being abducted by the government and being tortured. I have no clue why. Maybe because I watch too many movies. Maybe I harbor a deep unconscious distrust of the government (or maybe it is conscious lol). If I disappear, you all know what happened
People I tagged: Brittany
Friday, April 18, 2008
- Barack's response was funny in this video
- I like my social ethics class. It can get preachy at times but it comes from a good place.
- I hate being at my girlfriend's place. Her roommates always got some drama. Thus, I stay away so I do not get involved.
- My new roommate is messy as fuck. I keep telling him to clean his shit up. I am about to resort to busting his head open.
- Erie is finally having some good weather. I need to work on this tan lol. Let me quit playing. But seriously, I just love this warm weather. It puts me in a good mood.
- I miss my television show House!! I have to buy season three on DVD.
- I am broke phi broke. Not hav ing money is killing me.
- One month until graduation!! I finally get my freedom paper!!
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Now in the past few weeks, my gut feeling was made real. There are two specific instances actually. The first had to do with her trip to Bosnia. She made the claim that she came under sniper fire as the plane landed. Once it was found out that her version of the story was not true, she said she misspoke. I find this difficult to swallow. How do you misspeak about being shot at. Being shot at is one of the experiences that you will always remember. I know people who have been shot and shot at. There is no mistaking gunfire. That is something that is seared into your memory. Yet she flat out lied. Not misspoke, not made a mistake. She lied. That is despicable. There are men and women who are shot everyday in Iraq and you want to lie about it. She should feel sick to her stomach.
The second episode happened recently. Hillary Clinton spoke at my college, Mercyhurst College. She came and told a story. This story was about a woman who was pregnant. The woman had some complications with her pregnancy. She had no health insurance so she could not get treatment. This woman tried several times to get treatment. It was not until she was brought in on an ambulance. She ended up dying due to the complications.
I find it sad that she has to lie. Hillary Clinton lied. People, do your research.