The Week That Has Been....

So here it goes... The week that has been, and is Still in progress...

Saturday - Its nighttime, and Scott and I are out mobbing the town, talking to random street hookers, and stealing "for sale" signs and moving to different houses, or into peoples houses, when I suddenly feel a twinge in my throat, and I reluctantly cough. Oh know, poor me another drink.

Sunday - Morning I have a full fledged sore throat, yet manageable. I pass it off as having one to many drinks from a bartender who had no idea how to make a long island. Its not called a Sweet N Sour Island you dumb Beetch. But as I recall, I really overall didn't consume that much. So I attempt to hit the gym where I find that i have No Energy whatsoever, even after my usual routine. Uh Oh, this isn't good. By Sunday night im caved up in my room with the heat cranked to 90 and four blankets, 4 shirts, and two sweatshirts. Shannon stops by and I am uneventful to say the least. Probably looked like jabba the hut....

Monday- Hold down the bed day. except we have a problem. I cant sleep for more than ten minutes at a time cause i soon as I swallow the pain wakes me, or i start choking on this mucas crap that has just kept flowing out of my brain to whereever it feels. I dont sleep much at all , but lay around all day and do nothing. I skip my teams game.

Tuesday - Work. I made it. sort of.... waste of space, but manageable. still very sore, and it hurt really back to look up; id get a sharp pain behind my eyeballs. I make it through work, and lay the rest of the day doing nothing but trying an odd mixture of cheap medicines that almost put me to sleep, but at the same time were making me halucinate like i was on PCP. Those fuckers at safeway put some wierd shit in their drugs...I attend my teams game, and am able to run for 3 minutes at a time. they mock me, but I score 20 points in 8 minutes, and am probably the reason we win by 3. i think im on the mend...

I get in bed. Midnight rolls around, and its rush to the rr, and cover your eyes, i start dry heaving this ORANGE FOAMY crap that i have no idea .... ugh.... BUT I STILL GO TO WORK ON WEDNESDAY!

Wednesday - struggle, but make it through work. cant swallow, and cant breathe all the way in, so i finally break down and tell my mom to call the doc. she starts freaking....

The Doc - I show up at Dan Arthurs, and it goes like this.

"OMG, you are either really buff or you have enough clothes on to make this really really bad....."

temp reads 103. blood pressure is perfect.

then he checks my throat and ears....

"I honestly I have No idea how you are upright right now to tell you the truth...."

He prescribes me Pencillin and Codeine.