RJK 5000

i just chugged a can of safeway diet orange soda.  i have indigestion and all i want to do is do a super long burp, a good one deep from the gut.  unfortunately, this soda isn’t bubbly enough.  i need coca-cola.

i took a long nap after work.  i was so exhausted, what on earth is going on.  when i woke up my sinuses were congested and now my voice sounds like i’m talking to you through speakerphone.  this morning i felt like i had beat the cold completely, but it pulled a sneak attack.  never trust a rhinovirus.

i just took a bath.  now i’m going to do some dishes and hang around.  i’m working from home tomorrow which will be nice and convenient.  my head hurts but i feel relaxed so i should not complain about anything.  i’m going to drink green tea with lemon and read.  que bueno.

my gastroenterologist said my stool samples were fine.  no worms, no amoeba, no giardia.  darn.  she wrote me a prescription for an expensive antibiotic, but my insurance won’t cover it.  it costs like $1000 for a month’s supply.  luckily i only need ten daysworth, but that is still a lot of money.  she told me to call her if insurance won’t pay for it because she might have some samples later, which is what i did.  marco is sick of my stomach disease and thinks i need the drugs asap.  i’m thinking they won’t even work anyway.  pessimist.  i hate big pharm.  or am i supposed to be hating on my insurance company.

i was feeling a little wonky today.  i was vigilant with the sinus rinses, saltwater gargles, and air armors.  i’m still fighting the good fight.  they almost got me, but i think i got it handled now.

i want to sleep.

the back of my throat felt scratchy.  i gargled with warm salty water, but it felt like the saline was not hitting the scratchy spot.  so i tilted my head way back with the water in my throat.  it felt really good.  and then.  saltwater came out of my nostril.  it wasn’t weird, it was rad.

I just did a sinus rinse and took an Air Armor and cold-eeze.  marco had a cold all weekend and i felt fine until just a little while ago.  we were watching king of the hill which made me want to drink beer, so i got one out of the fridge and then immediately felt as though i got hit with a ton of bricks.  so now i’m home taking preventive measures.  i might gargle with warm salt water and do some light strength training.  if i still get sick, then it was my destiny.

destiny is choice, not chance!

if you look forward to something you can almost certainly count on the predictably unpredictable to happen.  my brother was “too tired to cook foods” so we didn’t get to build the awesome surf ‘n’ turf meal.  i treated him to the best ramen and gyoza instead.  we also split a pitcher of kirin and chilled.  it was great.  afterall, i was mostly looking forward to the company of my family and not specifically the foods.  so it was a happy scallop-free night.  i attempted to watch the season premiere of knight rider, but i couldn’t tolerate it.  then we went to lax and picked my mom up.  smooth as planned.

my mom brought me a little angel figurine from rome.  supposedly it has been blessed by the pope.  i forgot about blessings, they’re cool.

i just took a shower.  i’m wide awake.  i like it, i don’t like it.  i skipped dinner tonight because lunch with selma blair was perfect.  after work i took a “power nap” that made me feel like i slept long and hard, but it was only 30 minutes long.  i made it to kung fu class but the short spar exhausted my sorry muscles.  my friend john> is in the class now.  you might have seen him in the comments, he’s cool.  i forgot to tell him he signed up just in time for the annual wing chun bbq.  best bbqs ever, dude.

afterwards i made some soccer-mom banana pudding dessert thing to take to my mom’s house tomorrow.  my brother is going to cook me a delicious surf ‘n’ turf dinner.  i’m supplying wine, beer, salad, and dessert.  and then we are going to lax to pick my mom up.  i have been looking forward to this for a week.  i missed my mom.  especially when i needed advice on collecting stool samples.  erf.  so anyway, that is the plan but who knows what will really happen.  i predict some unpredictable things might or might not come up.  i just hope the surf part is scallops.

a happy ending to the weekend.  i slept a lot.  i’ve been so physically tired and mentally weird lately.  on friday night i must have gotten at least 15 hours of sleep.  i don’t remember what happened, i just slept and slept and slept and then I woke up for a minute and drank a glass of rotten cheap merlot that smelled like vinegar and then i just slept some more.  it felt like i had some kind of problem, but everything was relatively fine.

fast forward to sunday.  maybe i slept through saturday, i don’t know.  marco and i had breakfast and ran errands.  we went to wal-mark of all places.  that place is weird.  i hate to say it, but lots of obese people shop there.  it also has a mcdonald’s connected to it so there really might be some kind of correlation.  “it’s just americans,” he said.

we had a fantastic dinner and drinks (not double cheeseburgers).  it was super.  and then i watched part of the emmys.  i love sally field and brooke shields.  tina fey is okay.  ryan seacrest is the best.

i felt very happy.  my stomach is super huge again.  more new symptoms emerged.  the syndrome evolves.  tonight, it doesn’t bother me.

i’m feeling better, the mental part of me is at least.  i took today off, i emailed in sick and slept in until noon.  maybe there is something to that get-eight-hours-of-sleep thing.  charlotte didn’t wake me up early because she still hates me for “putting salt on her wounds.”  and maybe i should just leave her alone but today i blew on her hot spot and she snapped at my face. i heard her teeth chomp.  yesterday it would have hurt my feelings, but today i am not as crazy.

i had dinner with my brother again.  he made salmon, but with lemon and fresh dill this time.  it was delicious.  we drank sauvignon blanc, red stripe, and newcastle.  i’m glad he likes food and drinks.

i had some kind of allergic(?) reaction during dinner.  some weird purple spots appeared on my hands and arms, but they quickly disappeared, except i still have one small bruise on the vein on my wrist.  what’s that about.

too much weird stuff going on with my systems.

chomp.

i had no energy today.  pretty unhappy.

i was so tired today.  i took two naps.  one at the pub during lunch and one during that stupid french mummy movie.  wait, maybe three.  one at my desk too.

marco and i made a turkey drumstick stew.  it was really good.  the bones were large, i imagined that we were cooking parts of a baby.  the flesh is so tender when they’re young.

charlotte has a hot spot on her back.  i just tried cleansing it with saline.  she didn’t like that very much.

my stomach is doing that ethiopian thing again.  it doesn’t hurt.