Getting Sick....

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Last night, right after my soccer practice in the rain, and in my air-headed state of forgetting I was getting sick, my buddy & I went Mountain Biking out to a far away park since we both had already biked to the field to play anyway. It'd stopped raining by this time, and though looking like it may rain again, we set out. So it's pitch-black outside, and in the rain...we're riding, and we have to ride down roads to get to the parks, get there ride around and what-have-you, then on the way back, my buddy misses getting hit by the person-type stereotyped to be the worst driver possible by about 2 inches, which I'm glad he didn't though even if he did, it wouldn't have been fatal, but I would have had him sue her ass off since it'd have truly been 110% her fault. *Note* when driving, try to comprehend right-of-way. But this wasn't my main point, since nothing happened to him right then, though he has been hit before by a stupid driver doing the same thing.
Anyway, so riding home we're going to stop and watch a soccer match and as I'm pulling from the road to the sidewalk, water covers a curb that I cannot see. It's not a huge curb, in fact it's quite small, but big enough, and I guess that's what is important. My front tire rides straight over it, so I'm thinking no problem, when my back tire decides to catch the curb and slide down with it, grinding the curb, sort-of, though unintentional, and I go flying off my bike, and hitting a tree, but only after I do a sliding-bounce off the concrete, a skip, sort of, as my new Specialized flies out into the street. Well, my buddy, MeeHow, sees this, and slows down, and takes precautionary measures to avoid doing what I did (note: I had majorly sped up) and sees how this little tiny, otherwise simplistic city-curb-jump must be performed, and does the same thing, except where my momentum threw me way off my bike, he just kind-of dropped and his bike flew way into the street. He even landed in the street though, so had a car been coming, he would have been in some trouble. Fortunately that car didn't come!
So we get home and investigate our wounds. I tore about the surface area of 1/2 of a dollar bill of skin off of my knee, which bled really, really bad for quite a while, and the same went for my hip. I'd been wearing shorts with mesh lining that was once white, now all red from blood from my hip, and I even ripped the lining from the skip I did. My elbow hurts, but only bled for a short bit.
Fortunately I had a few leftover beers, so we cheered ourselves to excruciating pain...that WoodChuck and Grolsch have never tasted so good, as when they're honestly deserved.
Now today, at work, I feel like my throat would fare well being ripped from my body, and that my right leg from my hip down need be amputated. But God, doing shit like that is so much more fun, I think that was one of the most fun things I've done in a while, and I've been having lots of fun lately, so it's not in weak company. It kinda reminded me of when I hiked the swiss alps over the summer.

[aephi alum]

Feel better soon

[SigmaChiCard]

Last night, I'm bored because I can't go to soccer practice, and had to go out and get the new DMB cd at the mall anyway (I'll comment on that in the DMB thread) but was out looking at Landrovers across from the mall cause I really want one, just cannot afford it, though found a discovery that might stand within reason. anyway, the owner asks me "where do you live?" not rude, but I was looking scruffy so I figured he thought I was doing what I WAS doing, and that's looking without intent to buy, meaning wasting his anxiety. Anyway, I tell him Old Louisville, to which he responds that there are 3 tornados spotted in that area. I cannot decide whether to go home, or stay here where the weather in the span of about 4 minutes from me hoping up on Rovers to not being able to see 2 feet, I'd rather be home, than without a place to go at all.
Driving home, the wind is so bad, my car is pushed about 4 or 5 feet into the other lane, this happens 4 times between the on ramp, and the next exit which are very close together, and it started getting under my car because I felt a little lift, at which point I was expecting to have my car flipped on the expressway, which though cars were only driving about 25-30 mph, they still would've hit me because you couldn't see 2 feet. So I get off on the very next exit, totally lost because I can't see anything, pull into a hotel for about 5 minutes while the weather is just getting worse....but i stay there until my now fog lined windshield is clear, resulting in the car being at about 9 million degees. Now that the windshield is clear, I see tons of trees near-by lying on the ground. bell rings in my head...get the hell out of here. from there on out it was good, until i had to drive through the worlds worst civil-engineered underpass that was filled about a foot high with rain water, of course I hydroplaned like shit, but fortunately didn't hit the walls, had I, I would have no doubt been stuck there, and I would guess that over the night it probably got up to about 4 or 5 feet deep...it usually does if it rains hard. hopefully no more exciting stories to come...but who knows, I can't walk straight but I'm gonna play soccer tonight...I wouldn't be surprised if something interesting came of that.

[The1calledTKE]

Jeez SCC you life has just been one big drama latey.

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ohh, and the craziest thing is this, at one point in time I reached out of my car to pull my antenae (mine is like the ones that tuck into your car, except not electrically done) and I guess my car was ionized or something because when I barely touched it, it shocked the hell out of me. I thought that was really wierd, I've never thought of my car conducting the electricity out of the air like that.

[The1calledTKE]

If anything else happens to you maybe you were cursed by someone.lol

[SigmaChiCard]

Soccer Game.

So, to disable my reserve in playing, and the dire pain in my knee, I needed quick resolution before the IM game last night. Nothing like two of the best players on the team drinking 4 Rolling Rocks, taking a shot of Amaretto, and eating a Tylenol 3 (for my knee), then riding their bikes 5 or 6 blocks to the game. I was def feeling good when the game began! lol So you might say, you played shitty, now granted, we played a very shitty team, but over half of our team wasn't even there because we had DZ event, and an Alumni event that night too. I actually had a brilliant shot from about 20 out at the very corner of the overcrowded box to tuck away the first goal en route to a 4-1 victory. I should have had one more on a brilliantly played ball to me, but I was way too fucked up at this point in the game. I just cannot believe they scored at all!
Anyway, so I'm a asshole when it comes to soccer, often. And so I feel kinda bad, because the other team kept saying really stupid things, which normally I'd either keep silent, or at least playfully stoop with them, but last night I was just laughing in their faces, and making them feel like morons. I feel bad about it though, cause if they did something, or said something wrong, uncontrollably, I just bursted aloud with laughter, and they'd look at me all mean. It was funny. Oh yeah, After the game we drank lots more, and so now it's 9 am and I'm still feeling like I have a buzzzzzzz.

And my knee did great

[KSig RC]

Here's a good 'getting sick' story . . .

So yeah, i woke up yesterday feeling like i was about 105 degrees, whatever, I popped some tylenol, went to class, and actually did ok until around 2pm. Then i was just totally fatigued, and hit the bed again for round two. Well, when I woke up at 5pm, I just felt hot throughout my whole body . . . well, at this point i decided to go see a "doctor".

I headed to Student Health Services . . . but the last doctor left there at 4:30 . . . needless to say, I was a little upset. They sent me to the hospital. Well, four hours later (and two temps taken over 102.5) they finally admitted me . . . to the emergency room, which was bizarre b/c i didn't really need to be there.

That's when the doctor told me he suspected I had meningitis - at which point I basically shit my pants . . . However, he then looked down my throat, and determined that I had Strep.

Two good quotes from the Emergency Room Doc -

1 - "Thank god it's just Strep - I thought we were going to have to do a tap." (WHAT?!? Spinal tap? NOT GOOD TO HEAR)

2 - "Holy crap - I've never seen a throat that bad before . . . "

So anyway, they gave me a liter of fluids and a shot of penicillin (in my ass - it's sore as all hell) and told me to go to sleep for approximately "forever" . . . the moral: go to student health services before 4:30, or you end up in the emergency room at Beth Israel . . . which sucks.

[carnation]

THE BUG struck. I too am sitting here with a high temp, fuzzily waiting for my husband to return from school with the "well" kids. We'll be waiting anxiously all weekend and praying that no one else throws up because that's all the younger kids did all night.

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SSS, when it's your own kids throwing up, you get used to it and you just deal with it, kind of like changing their diapers. Trust me.

Justamom, we had the awful sofa problem too and finally invested in a leather sofa! There is no cloth sofa alive that will withstand what kids' accidents can do!

Even though our biological kids are healthy as horses, our adopted kids just never get sick, even with these garden-variety flu bugs. I'm glad but I wonder why?

[lifesaver]

Originally posted by KSig RC

1 - "Thank god it's just Strep - I thought we were going to have to do a tap." (WHAT?!? Spinal tap? NOT GOOD TO HEAR)

Yeah, I had one of those done to me one time. SUCKED. My quack ass small town texas doctor was convinced I had meningitis for two reasons, one, the headache, and two, I had just returned from Ohio. He actually said, "Well, you never know what you might have picked up in Cleveland. It is the mid-west after all." ????????? Like it was Angola or something. WTF???? Anyway the quack ass dr had a Spinal Tap done on me and I was dying for the next week. I have been sick in my time, but NEVER that sick, because if they dont do it exactly right, spinal fluid continues to leak and basically your brain begins to bump into your skull and it hurts like hell, so everytime you get your head above your feet you wanna rip your own forehead off. Laying down, not a problem, but you gotta get up to piss. I was in thew hospital for thew next week. Turns out I had a miagrane. Its ok tho. Quack ass Dr. Juan died a few years later from a massive corinary at the age of 47. What kind of Dr. doesnt even monitor his own health. Anyway the moral of the story; the next time they wanna give me a spinal tap, they gotta catch me first.