“We are going to the health center.”
And that is how I found myself sitting in the waiting room of the campus Health Center instead of sitting in class listening to a lecture. My throat is raw; swallowing hurts, talking is next to impossible, raising my voice is impossible, coughing hurts, drinking hurts, and doing nothing hurts my throat. I assumed that the blood in whatever it was that I coughed up was from my raw throat. Barb did not make that assumption.
Combined with the general state of “Ugh” on my face she decided to take me to the Health Center instead of to class. I don’t blame her, I’m not mad at her, I too have made decisions like that for her so I understand. It was a great thing that she went with me because I couldn’t talk beyond this raspy whisper that even I was having a hard time hearing. So she told them what was going on and they said, “Can he come back tomorrow morning?”
“Coughing up blood.”
Okay that makes it sound like I was gushing forth blood, which I was not. There was blood in everything I coughed up, but I had to cough up first. Still that did the trick. I was in front of a nurse and Barb was doing the talking because I couldn’t. Then a doctor and again Barb was doing the talking. Here is the news:
- I am not dying. So for those of you who thought this would do the trick, “You should’ve killed me last week.”
- I have a sinus infection, viral, just have to suffer through.
- I had a backwards flowing minor bloody nose, which is how the blood was mixing with expelled sinus funk
- My weight is good, not great, but good.
- My blood pressure is where it should be. No wide eyed, leaning back, expecting me to explode in a fountain of blood from the nurse taking my blood pressure.
- I do not have strep.
- I was told, much to my joy, to resume my popping vitamin C tablets like they were candy way by the doctor. As part of Barb’s “learning” she “yelled” at me to stop doing that. Thus, I submit I got sick due to her “learning.”
My sudden and unexpected trip to the doctor’s aside, there was more to my day.
Someone noticed that I was no longer on Facebook. She even apologized for causing me to leave Facebook, at least that is how I am interpreting her text message. Thank you for the apology. I assure you that your constant “liking” of memes was only a tiny fraction in the over all decision to abandon Facebook. Still I suggest that you post your own original thoughts and stop relying on the thoughts of others to express yourself. No matter how cute, funny, or moving that meme is when you say something yourself it has a lot more impact, after all someone knows that YOU typed that and not clicked like.
A day ago I sent Big Man a link to the world’s most awesome role-playing game, and the game is free. Today he sent me a link to a really cool role-playing game (his can’t be more awesome than the first most awesome game). Today I share both of them with anyone who is interested.
I had a conversation with I am An Afterschool Special, that is what I am calling an exchange of comments, today. Her’s is one of those blogs that I value not just for me, but for humanity at large, because she isn’t trying to sell anything, she is writing about herself, her experiences, and the people around her. Am I saying that everyone will get something out of her blog, no but you will find some honest moments that could ring true for you. Plus she has traveled a lot and has a lot of cool photos. People who write like she does are valuable because whether she knows it or not there is probably someone else going through what she has been and if they find her blog they could get some solid information, some perspective, or just the satisfaction that they are not alone.
However, that was not what we were talking about, maybe it should have been (shit maybe I should have this conversation more often), she is thinking about stopping blogging because her blog has caused her some trouble with the people she knows. I was telling her that I totally understand causing trouble with my writing. Before the blog was the rambling. The rambling would become the source of many a fight, argument, discussion, civics lesson, and so on (If you want proof I can post ramblings). After a few of these problems I seriously thought about quitting like she is. Then I came to the conclusion that as long as I am writing the truth, then I should stand by what I wrote, ride out whatever problems occurred and if the people who had the problem couldn’t or wouldn’t work through the problem then that was their issue not mine.
This line of thought was solidified in me rather recently in a conversation with my college adviser, I will sum up the conversation:
“If I offend someone because of my abrasiveness then that is all on me. I will make amends. However, if I offend because I told the truth that is not on me at all. The offended need to deal with the truth and their place within that. If they want to be offended there is nothing I can do about that.”