Category: Health

I’m taking a break from studying for my Computer Concepts final. I’m so sleepy and my cold is now in full-effect, so the words in my worksheets are all jumbling together and don’t make sense anymore. This sore throat is horrible and all I have is Chloraseptic that I seem to have become immune to .

Anyway, this class was pretty cool. It dealt with everything I like to talk about: computers, internet, web sites and graphics. A few days ago we were discussing domains and hosting and Mrs. C-R asked if I’d show the class my website and explain a little about where I purchased everything from and so on. It was a little…embarrassing. The first post that showed up was the one where I’m talking about my marriage problems. Sweet Jesus.

Today we were discussing graphics, video and sound. Mrs. C-R’d asked some of us who mess around with graphic programs to bring some in, so I took Paint Shop Pro. She asked me to go up to the podium and do some examples of stuff, so I showed them vectors and pixel art. I think I bored the class half to death, but I guess that’s why I didn’t go into teaching .

John and I got into a little fight at school. We started out jokingly smacking eachother then it became an all-out catfight. There was much scratching and kicking involved. Hey, I may be almost 24, but he is my sibling and I’m more than entitled to defend myself. I think he was pissed at me all afternoon because of it. He seems to be over it now, or so I hope he is.

Had so much crap to do today. I took my tower in to get Microsoft Office 2003 re-installed on it and Bubba and I ended up staying there for almost half an hour trying to get the program on a CD since my stupid computer uses wireless mouse and keyboard and needless to say it wasn’t picking up the regular ones. He got it on a CD for me and lo and behold, it worked .

Before I picked Eenan up from school I went to the post office to get a money order while Mom paid her water bill across the street. Jaylen had an appointment, where I ran into my old friend Jessica E. She’s 8 months pregnant already and looks tiny. And she’s having a girl this time! She’ll have her little pair–aww . We caught up a bit and I dropped her off at home. I promised I’d call her and we’d meet up sometime, and this time I have to do it. We’ve been running into eachother all year and I never just sat down and called her to make plans. I need to learn to stop being afraid of the phone. I don’t know when it happened, but the phone just stopped being a method of communication I like. I have to overcome that though, if I want to keep hold of the few great friends I’ve made through the years.

We went to see Gramma after that and spent a while with her. Mom was kind enough to treat us to dinner (McDonald’s and Stars) so that I wouldn’t have to make dinner and just study. That woman’s a saint . I still had to finish with laundry and clean up a bit so I’m barely getting a chance to study. I still have to take a shower. Bleh.

I called Mike this afternoon to confirm our appointment tomorrow at the dealership. If all goes well, we’ll be there by 1p.m. I asked John to do me the favor of picking Eenan up for me. Eenan’s doing just fine. His chin seems to be healing well. I still plan to take him to his doctor on Wednesday for a follow-up, just in case.

Well, enough of my rambling. My eyes are heavy with sleep so I better study before I fall asleep on the keyboard. Looks like I won’t be washing dishes again. God, I suck.

Goodnight .

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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I’m still sick, with the same thing. So’s Mario. We went to the doctor in Camargo, Mexico (same one we went to when I had that 4-week stomach virus) and the shit he prescribed for us sucked. The medicine he gave us for the fever and inflammation made my throat burn and the antibiotic was so huge I couldn’t pass it down. Didn’t help that my throat felt like it was the size of a straw. I’ve had a fever since last week. It only goes away when I’m on something, like Advil or Tylenol. Since last week! I’m so afraid my liver’s going to crumble apart for taking so much Tylenol. Who knows what Advil does. I just feel so shitty. I hate not having health insurance, I really do. Insurance at Mary’s is super expensive for us and supposedly all the other places are too. I can’t stand this. I hate feeling like crap. I had to come home from school early yesterday; thank God it was a study/make-up day. Today was our final for Help Desk Support. I think I did okay. Nothing was staying though, I couldn’t concentrate.

I’ll be going on a Hiatus (*gasp*, but it’s not a big surprise…it’s like I kind of am anyway) till I feel better or finish school, which ever comes first–which right now, feels like the latter.

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