January 5th, 2010 at 10:56 am
!@#$%
I’ve returned to my beloved Santa Cruz, but yesterday’s journey was not full of bunnies and rainbows.
I woke up at 3AM in a coughing fit and discovered that my left eye had been crusted over, leading me to believe that my sinus infection had given me pinkeye. Trying my best not to worry *too* much about it, I cleaned it up and went back to sleep. Around 7AM, after my second awakening, I showed my parents and they understandably pushed me to see a doctor. Unfortunately, the doctor could only see me around 2PM, so our drive back to school would put us in Santa Cruz much later than we had anticipated.
I waited in the doctor’s office for what seemed like an eternity (~13 minutes). I told the nurse that I had a sinus infection and pinkeye. The nurse wrote down “possible sinus infection, possible pinkeye.” The doctor came in and stuck her instrument up my nose and in my ears and told me that I had a really bad sinus infection and my ear drum looked like it had been ripped and resealed itself because of all the pressure. (Great, no wonder I’m deaf.) I didn’t have pinkeye, rather, the infection was so bad that it was draining out of my eyes.
The doctor’s pharmacy didn’t have enough of whatever hardcore antibiotic she was putting me on, so my dad and I drove over to Rite Aid where we had to wait another hour. While we were there, my dad also bought me a case of water bottles and took me to IHOP. I ordered the fruit bowl.
We finally left for Santa Cruz around 4:15 and I made sure to have a bag handy during the ride so that I had somewhere to cough my phlegm into. Fortunately for my dad, I no longer felt nauseous about half way there, so we were able to take turns driving. We arrived at Santa Cruz around 11:30PM.
Blehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
January 1st, 2010 at 7:25 pm
Twenty-ten
It’s the new year and I’ve been sitting in my bed all day because I have the world’s worst sinus congestion, which, I might add, is responsible for deafening my left ear. To make matters worse, I’ve infected the boyfriend whom I can’t see because he’s too sick to drive over here.
My new year’s resolutions are always the same (in that I don’t really believe in them).
1. Continue badassery
2. Shut up
As my good friend Chuck P would say, “Self-improvement is masturbation.” On a more serious note though, I just don’t think new year’s resolutions ever pan out as one expects because they lack incentives. A year change is not a substantial incentive. A new year does not mark a new beginning. 2010 is ten years after 2000, twenty years after 1990, thirty years after 1980…
And we still don’t have flying cars or magic pills that cure all existing ailments.
Considering the amount of people who have been let down by their New Year’s Eve parties, I would venture to guess that there is no supernatural transformation that takes place at 12:00AM on January 1st, and I don’t think this makes me bitter. I think it saves me disillusionment.
Nevertheless, I hope 2010 to be prosperous and that any desires to change myself are genuine rather than the product of some mythical time limit.