Boy, did it get worse...but now it's better!!!
Well.
Have I got a story for my faithful readers. I'm too worn out for the details at this moment and am one eye-blink away from deep sleep, but let me give you a taste of my day…In fact, I'll just leave you with the ending:
I'm standing at the gatekeeper's door here at the branch school where my apartment is. In one hand, I've got my useless cell phone - the money ran out on it on Thursday and I've been too sick to try and get more time for it - and in the other hand, I'm clutching a large, blue, transparent plastic bag with an x-ray of my chest inside, clearly visible from the outside of the bag.
I have just made it home from the hospital where - details to follow tomorrow - I was told I had a minor infection of the lung and was given antibiotics to clear it up - and upon arriving at the gate, I notice that I am without my keys. Suddenly, I remember giving them to Eileen so that she could unlock the office door at school and look for the record book of her various trips to the hospital thus far. She forgot to return the keys to me. I have reached my point - and you'll understand further tomorrow - and try as best as I can to explain my missing keys to the keeper. He calmly feigns ignorance at my plight. Instead, as I watch helplessly from the door, he shows his young son how to carefully place chopped-up fish parts into a simmering pot in the center of a table in the guardhouse.
I think it was after watching seven chunks of fish being maneuvered into the pot that I finally lost all control of my sensibilities and went into a bit of a crying fit. He didn't know what to do then, realizing that he could no longer ignore me. Luckily, I was able to give him the number of Winnie who was with Eileen at the time and they came home quickly and I entered my room, took the first dose of antibiotics and passed out for five hours. I'm only up now to wash my face, brush my teeth and say, "Good LORD, what makes me travel?"
But in all seriousness, I'm doing much better and now that I've had a blood test and it came up negative for anything serious or bizarre or previously unknown to me, I feel much better and am looking forward to kicking this infection in the rear before my big trip next weekend. TGf-X-rays, right?
Have I got a story for my faithful readers. I'm too worn out for the details at this moment and am one eye-blink away from deep sleep, but let me give you a taste of my day…In fact, I'll just leave you with the ending:
I'm standing at the gatekeeper's door here at the branch school where my apartment is. In one hand, I've got my useless cell phone - the money ran out on it on Thursday and I've been too sick to try and get more time for it - and in the other hand, I'm clutching a large, blue, transparent plastic bag with an x-ray of my chest inside, clearly visible from the outside of the bag.
I have just made it home from the hospital where - details to follow tomorrow - I was told I had a minor infection of the lung and was given antibiotics to clear it up - and upon arriving at the gate, I notice that I am without my keys. Suddenly, I remember giving them to Eileen so that she could unlock the office door at school and look for the record book of her various trips to the hospital thus far. She forgot to return the keys to me. I have reached my point - and you'll understand further tomorrow - and try as best as I can to explain my missing keys to the keeper. He calmly feigns ignorance at my plight. Instead, as I watch helplessly from the door, he shows his young son how to carefully place chopped-up fish parts into a simmering pot in the center of a table in the guardhouse.
I think it was after watching seven chunks of fish being maneuvered into the pot that I finally lost all control of my sensibilities and went into a bit of a crying fit. He didn't know what to do then, realizing that he could no longer ignore me. Luckily, I was able to give him the number of Winnie who was with Eileen at the time and they came home quickly and I entered my room, took the first dose of antibiotics and passed out for five hours. I'm only up now to wash my face, brush my teeth and say, "Good LORD, what makes me travel?"
But in all seriousness, I'm doing much better and now that I've had a blood test and it came up negative for anything serious or bizarre or previously unknown to me, I feel much better and am looking forward to kicking this infection in the rear before my big trip next weekend. TGf-X-rays, right?
Comments
You will be back to your good old Lillis -ness in a matter of days, I'm sure of it.
Posted by: Ben | January 29, 2007 02:11 AM
I was going to go into all of the gory details of my trip to the hospital but it just doesn't seem worth it or to really matter now that I'm feeling so much better. There was a fainting spell when the nurse couldn't find a vein in my arm for drawing blood, but that isn't a new occurrence, so I figure let it lie. The bottom line is that they wrote me a prescription and that the blood test came back negative for anything serious.
Posted by: Lillis | January 30, 2007 06:32 PM