Saturday, February 18, 2006
Dare I say I’m actually feeling better? I haven’t taken Tylenol or Advil since yesterday–and it wasn’t for fever, but for the incredible pain I have due to my stupid wisdom tooth uprooting my gums. I’m still really tired all the time, but I haven’t had a fever *knocks on wood* and my body isn’t aching in odd places (like my buttcheeks or the bottom of my feet–now that was annoying!).
Mary seems to have what we have, which seems to be Mono according to this website. Vic was kind enough to point me in its direction and I’m not kidding you, it describes our symptoms to the T. Mary got a blood test done, and since we don’t have insurance, we’re counting on her results on Monday to confirm whether we have Mono or not.
I took John to school with me yesterday for a sort of observation day. I think he liked it–maybe not so much the fact that my friends and I laugh, loudly, all day long, but other than that I really do think he enjoyed the class. It would have been cool if he’d had the chance to start with me when I first enrolled, but at least we’ll hopefully be in school a month together before I finish.
We laughed uncontrollably during one of our breaks when Ricci told John it would be his fault if her baby “came out” with a powdered donut face since he ate them all without offering her some. Just as I took a big gulp of water Mayra said, “Well, if God wants to give you a baby that looks like a donut…” and then said something along the lines of it serving her right since she never went to the doctor (and is already 4 months along! I can’t believe her!), I spit the water out since I imagined Ricci caressing the face of a huge white, powdered donut baby. After going to the sink and cleaning myself up, I returned to find John pretending to hold a donut baby, then licking it when no one was looking. You had to be there–it was just hilarious.
I had an appointment to donate blood at the United Blood Services bus and took John with me for moral support. Turns out I couldn’t donate since my iron was really low. For those who don’t know, they prick your finger, draw blood and drip a drop of the blood into some blue-ish liquid. If it floats right down, you’re okay. Usually, my blood’s perfect. Yesterday, however, the nurse dropped my blood in and it just floated in the same spot. Weird. So I didn’t get to donate. When we get back to class John and I read that Mono website again, thoroughly, and it says clear as day not to donate if you think you have Mono. John smacked my arm and said, “You could have infected thousands of people!”
I felt guilty, but my pride made me say, “The blood you donate can save the lives of up to 3 people. What those three people do with their blood and saliva is up to them.”
I’m a bitch, I know LOL.
It makes me sad to think I might not get to donate anymore though. I feel good when I donate. If we do in fact have Mono, we won’t feel completely healthy again for another 18 months. Months. And we’ll have the virus in our bodies for the rest of our lives and can even keep infecting people without knowing. Stupid virus.
Mario and I didn’t have the most romantic Valentine’s Day–but we were both sick so I don’t think either of us really cared. I know I didn’t…all I prayed for every night was for both of us to get better. He did surprise me with a dozen light pink roses, my favorite gummy candy: Sour Patch Kids, and Just Like Heaven, which I’ve yet to watch, on DVD. I didn’t get him anything because he never even dropped a single hint as to what he’d like, but he claims his present is a CD player he bought himself for the Prelude. He always does that.
He called me from work on Thursday night and said to meet him there, so I did. From there we stopped by the ATM and then went to eat at Applebee’s. We’d never, in our almost 9 years as a couple, been to Applebee’s together. It was nice. The service was great and we had a really nice time talking. He broke my heart when he said the green beans I made him (along with his meatloaf and mashed potatoes for his lunch) needed to be cooked longer, but he made up for it when he said, “Well, we’re going to be together for a long time, and you’re going to be cooking for me for a long time, so isn’t it a good thing that I’m telling you what needs a bit of work?” Aww…it was sweet…kind of LOL.
Lucy and Mayra gave me cards and sweets on Valentine’s Day. I’m slowly working through the huge bag of candy Lucy gave each of us (and then I wonder why I have a gazillion cavities).
We’d visited Gramma on Valentine’s Day and kept a good distance away since I didn’t want her to catch my sickness. She’s doing fine. She doesn’t seem to have Shingles anymore, but the rash never went away so she has an appointment with a dermatologist on the 28th. Mom will be going with her. I need to start figuring out how I’m going to do it since the appointment’s at 1:30 and I get out of school at 12.
It’s SUPER COLD outside. I’m all nice and wrapped up in my Hello Kitty blanket on my huge computer chair and I don’t want to move. Mary wanted me to drop her off at church but John’s car wouldn’t start–I don’t blame it, it’s freezing.
I needed to decide what to make for dinner, but upon inspecting the fridge I realized we have tons of leftovers, so leftovers we shall have. Since the boys are behaving angelicly (for now) and my legs are in pain from the cold, I think I’ll just curl up on the couch with The Devil Wears Prada and my warm cup of Chamomille tea. Feels nice over swollen gums.
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