Kidney Woes

Cranberry Juice Consumed: *twitch* *gack*
Antibiotics Consumed: God bless cipro
Time spent in a hot bath: 2.5 hours
Finally being able to move (or just lay there)
without wincing in pain?: Since 3 p.m. yesterday




Well, thanks to the gods of Cipro, I think I'm out of the woods. Yesterday afternoon I was pounding cranberry juice (*gack* *twitch*) and toasting a bag of rice in my microwave (to use as a heating pad) so often I was certain that it would somehow turn into popcorn - but the pain would not let up. The only way I was able to actually think was to sit in a scalding-hot bath. As soon as the heat hit the right side of my lower back - the pain would ease. It was fine so long as I laid in there and didn't move much.


But then I got a delivery of antibiotics, Cipro. The family keeps a stock of this stuff on hand and when word went out that I might have a stone, they were quick to hand it over. They were also quick to tell me how many of them had also passed stones in their lives and how it's sort of a "family" medical condition. So what do I have to look forward to in my life? Kidney Stones, Diabetes, Alzheimers, and possible some form of Cancer.

Joy.

After about twenty minutes of taking the Cipro, I was laying down on the couch since I had finally found a position that didn't hurt. Then I realized that I was getting more and more sleepy and eventually passed out. At some point, though I was not really awake for this, I got up and went to the bathroom and heard a weird 'clink'. I stared down into the bowl to find that a pebble about the size of a BB was in the bottom. Not saying that I have a high threshold for pain, but my first thought was that there was no way in hell that came out of me without me feeling it. Then again, I had taken about three kinds of pain-killers before I passed out so I was still a bit groggy.

The family doc said that I should collect it since if the pain returns there may be more stones and they would need to examine the last one to figure out what was causing them. One of the more curious questions that I had for the doc was how could this have happened. Most kidney stones are formed by deposits of calcium and I'm not really what you would call a milk-drinker. There is, however, some connection between drinking sodas like Mountain Dew.

Yeah - there was a moment of silence when I was on the phone with her.

So I guess I'm reduced to water, some juice and coffee for a while.

Ugh.

Just kill me now

This morning at 6 am I woke up with a pain in my right side, in my back. At first I thought that it was s pulled muscle do I grabbed Josh's msgic back massager and tried to fix it. As soon as I started the machine I could tell that something was wrong. There was an odd sensation that radiated around from the small of my back and down to my groin. For about three hours I tried to sleep or find some comfortable spot but noting worked.



Josh got up around 9 and I asked him to take me down to the campus clinic to have them look at me. Yes, the pain was serious enough that I was willing to ask for help.

They confirmed the diagnosis that I probably have a kidney stone. The hospital would be able to confirm it with a batch of tests (about 5k from what we dug around to find out) but the treatment was basically to just flush it out.

So since Josh had to stay on campus for classes, I asked Will to take me home where I promptly threw up (again) as soon as we were in front of the house. I tried to put my mind out of the pain but that didn't work - I couldn't think straight for that.

That's when Josh and Will's idea set in. Taking a hot bath might help the muscle spasms. With Will on the couch and me yelling to him from the bathroom we continued the conversation for a few minutes and it was like someone threw a switch. The pain was gone. So long as the water was hot, there was no pain.

The main problem with kidney stones is that everyone wants to ask you if you've been pissing regularly. I had been, but not too often. I've been drinking water all day and I would get the urge to take a leek but nothing would happen. Pulling the old Boyscout Trick of standing in a hot shower or putting your hand in warm water, however, assisted things along so it's not that I'm blocked.

After sending up the flag to everyone I could think of - I got some of last night's chili on my stomach so that will hopefully help with the nausia. (My chili is mild so it's not like I'm eating fire. Will has headed off for a while and I've gotten some antibiotics in me to help with any future possibility of a kidney infection.

Otherwise, I'm typing with one hand, laying face down on the couch and trying to get my back to stop hurting.

ugh.

someone just kill me.

Garlic Poisoning

Anyone who has ever known me for some length of time knows that I'm allergic to garlic to some degree.

Now I'm not sure how I'm able to eat some foods with garlic (Barbara's Magic Garlic) and be fine and then I can have a french fry with garlic-laden salt and I'm sick to the world for a day.



Last night I was sick to death because of garlic. I woke up around six a.m. with terrible stomach cramps. I couldn't roll over, could barely move and the pain was constant. After trying to rid myself of the pain in anyway I could think of (I'll spare you the details) I hit the net to see if there was anything that could have caused all of the upset.

Logging onto Arby's website, I found that their curly fries contain a heavy amount of garlic-flavoring in their salt. So this explained why I was hugging a bucket on the toilet for about an hour.

Once I discovered that garlic was the culprit - at first I didn't think that it was since normally I'm sick within 30 minutes of eating it - I went to the kitchen and gobbled down some peanut butter sandwiches. Don't ask me why but for some reason, peanut butter kills the garlic poisoning within a half-hour at most.

So...

For the record: Garlic Poisoning Bad. Arby's fries taste good but are also Bad.

Grr.

Curse this mortal existence!

Home Remedies

I'm sick again.

Sometime on Monday night I started to feel a bit below the weather and by Tuesday morning I was sporting a massive cold.

So I canceled classes on Tuesday and slept. Then Wednesday I woke up hoping that it was just a twenty-four hour bug.

Nope.

So then I canceled my class on Wednesday and continued the sleeping process.

So this morning I was hoping to grab yet another shower and see if that would help solve the cold. I got down to campus after a quick stop for more tissues and meds. My criminology class is supposed to last for 1.5 hours but I was out of there in 40 minutes. I couldn't keep talking, blow my nose or sniff in any combination to keep the conversation going.

On the way home I grabbed more supplies with grim determination to finally kick this cold and be done with it.

Soup, more meds, tissues, and sanitizer.

After sucking down more tomato soup than a Twilight Fan on a weekend bender, I realized that the one thing I'm really wanting is Egg Drop soup from "Uptown Chinese" in Athens.

I'm not sure if the restaurant is still there or not, but whenever I got sick while I was going for my BA - that soup would fix me in a day.

Unfortunately the only approximation for the soup down here is not exactly the same thing. It's more like egg-glaze because it's been left to sit in a warming tray for days on end.

I'll have to see if I can find a way to make something close to egg-drop down here. It won't be the same but I'll see if I can get some hints from my friend the chef.

Hammies and the curse of the sadistic bastard

Guess what I discovered?

I found out that I have hamstrings once more.

Hamstrings are the muscles on the back of your thighs. I haven't really used such muscles in quite a while. However, my "Sadistic Bastard" of a weight-trainer (aka. Will) has had me doing some pretty messed up things in the gym of late.

After Wednesday's workout my legs were tight but nothing more than that. I stretched out and all that and thought that they would be fine. The next day, while I was giving my Criminology students their first exam, I could feel those hamstrings start to tighten. It's not like I could start stretching out my muscles as people were writing out their essays so I took it in stride.

Then, later at home, I realized that they were more than just a "little" tight. They were starting to really make their voices known. By Friday morning I was half-crippled every time I tried to bend over or take a long stride while walking.

Today, after a soak in the hot tub yesterday, my legs are less of a chorus and more of a whisper. I can still feel them but they're not crippling me.

Sadistic Bastard!

Update

Well, it turns out that Josh was hurt more than previously thought.

Even though his muscles have started to relax and the swelling has gone down, he was in more and more pain. He couldn't figure out why his arm was hurting more as it got further from the date of the wreck.

Today he called me up to ask if I could pick him up because he was in wincing pain just to stand still.

After a trip to the emergency room he found out that he had fractured his clavicle. The swelling of the muscles apparently disguised the break in the original x-ray.

So now he's on better pain killers and wearing some kind of cloth harness to keep his shoulders straight and allow the collar bone to heal.

Once more Josh is crashing at my place this weekend because he's not able to easily crawl into the top bunk at the dorms.

I'm such a nice guy.

NSTIW

It's been one of those days.

Today was my first weekend since classes start. It's the time when I try and get into a rhythm to clean the house and work on projects for the coming week. Well, I am still in the process of cleaning and de-junking the house so my project today was to launch another assault on the front room. However, before I sent in the army, I wanted to at least start on a project that I've been meaning to play with for several months.

To start things off I was working in the guest room and starting a project that I had on a shelf since Josh, my ex-roommate, had moved in. A friend of mine had asked me to repair a book of fairytales for her. It's an older book from the sixties or seventies that was well warn and very well loved and the pages were literally falling out of the spine. The pages had to be cut free from the spine and separated and then repaired. Each page can take hours to repair - not for the actual repairs but for all of the time it takes to allow the cleaning agents and glue to dry. So once I had one page in the drying phase I could attack the front room.

While cleaning on the front room I got a call from Dan, the Fish. He was in the area and wanted to swing by and catch up before he headed back up to Athens. So I took a break when he got to the house. I hadn't gotten much information about "The Family" lately but assumed that things were progressing well and measured as most things (save for people screaming on a roof) tend to do. Heather was on her way to Indiana, Morgana was in preparation to move into the dorms and start her education at Ohio University, and Dan was gearing up to start classes in Lancaster.

After a while Dan had to go because he was needing to get back to Athens so he could change in time for his weekend gig as a drummer for Barbara's restaurant, Salam. Yes, my friends are just that cool. So I bid him fare well and started to attack the front room once more.

A bit later, Josh and his buddy, Mike, showed up to grab a load of Josh's stuff. They were in and out in only a few minutes but it was another small break. Once they were gone, the spot that was once occupied by Josh's box was cleaned and things were moved to accommodate the new, open design. (AKA: No More JUNK.)

Em wanted to come over lunch and I decided that I could use some of her AbFab (that's ABsolutely FABulous) sense of design with me moving things around in the front room. A few more boxes got cleaned before she showed up and I took another break to catch up with her after her first week of classes.

Most of the conversation, after the consumption of some pizza, was flavored with me cleaning and pitching junk from the piles of things in the front room. While in the last throws of sorting, I received a phone call from Josh's cellphone. It wasn't Josh.

Mike was calling me to let me know that he and Josh had been in a wreck; the word he was used was 'T-boned'. I'm not sure exactly what I asked him but it was something akin to "PUT JOSH ON THE PHONE." I'm sure it was polite and civil (in my usual manner) but there was no doubt in my mind that I could, at that very moment, teleport through the phone if only to make sure that Josh was ok.

Josh explained what had happened but there were a few words that popped into my mind and didn't want to leave. Words like: Jaws of Life, and Backboard, are hard to miss when someone's telling you that they're ok. I think he actually repeated that he was 'ok' a few times in between his description of how they had to remove the ENTIRE PASSENGER SIDE of Mike's car. Not the door, the whole side. That is, both the back door, the front door and the connective membrane of metal that would separate the two.

At that time, Josh was waiting on the results from his x-ray to see if anything was broken. Josh's mother works at the local hospital were he was taken (and is also skilled in the taking of x-rays) so she was right there with him. I asked him if he needed anything, but since he didn't know when they were going to tell him what was going on and his mom was there - he didn't need anything at the time.

So I got off the phone with Josh, told Em the basic jist, and then unleashed a torrent, nay - a stream of cleansing energy; that is to say that I cranked up my tidy genes and organized and pitched with more gusto. My friend was hurt but there was nothing much I could do for him at that particular moment. So, being the controlling person that I am, I decided to bring some much needed order to my house - whether the universe wanted to allow it or not.

A few minutes later Josh called me and asked if he could get a ride from the hospital. Mike's car was totaled and his mom couldn't leave work. So Em took off so she could get ready for work and I put the Saturnator's headlights (they're the closest things to nipples) to the wind and was off to SOMC.

Long story short....


.... Too late.


Josh is crashed in the guest room right now with the right side of his body aching and twinging with pain. There is no bruising after several hours and he's on some mighty good pain killers and muscle relaxers. He could have gone back to the dorms but his bed is the top bunk. He would not have been able to crawl up to the top with his body so whacked out of shape by the wreck. So, since I had just cleaned the guest room and such, ran him to get his 'scrip filled at Walmart and down to his dorm to get some clothes and piled him on the couch for a while. Mike's parents eventually came and picked him up so he could figure out what he will do because of the accident (he was sited for failure to yield to a stop sign).

After I got some chicken-rice down him so that he would have something on his stomach to help the meds work, I poured him into the guest bed so that he could try and sleep to let his body heal.

Yes, it's been one of those days.

-Tom

P.s. NSTIW: No Shit There I Was... How -else- do you begin a blog such as this?

I went to the Hospital today...

And for all of you who were only skimming the blog for a title, hah!

Today I rode over to the local Hospital with Josh. It's about a 3 mile round trip so it was a little further than I was used to riding, but it was a good ride.

The seat has been fixed and the handle bars have been raised so I'm not hunched over so much and having problems with my 'sitting bones'.

Riding has become something that I do now each day to build up my endurance and shred some calories. This is also, unfortunately, giving me more sun than I'm used to so I'm also enjoying a the pleasure of some Advil before I head out.

Glasses of Iced Tea: Lots
Bottles of Diet Pepsi: None
Cravings for cookies, pizza and diet pepsi: incalculable.
Number of days I've saved gasoline: 4
Number of house projects conceptualized: 13
Number of house projects I can afford: (tba)

Owie

Miles Ridden: 2
Money spent: too much
Lessons learned about bike seats: 1, Owie.
# of 'Pain in the ass' jokes: 47

Rather than being stuck at home all the time because gas prices are just too high for luxury driving, I opted to invest a few bucks into something that I hope will pay me back two fold.

Yesterday, I went out to the store and picked up the cheapest bike possible as a means to hopefully save a few bucks in gas and, more importantly, get more exercise into my weekly schedule. The bike was only $70 dollars but once you factor in the other little bits that are needed to do any kind of riding, it did start to add up.

Bike Lock, $10.
Air Pump, $10
Seat Cover $15

Speaking of the seat cover, let's just go back to how I enjoyed my first, two-mile ride yesterday.

When we got the bikes, both Josh and I got locks but I picked up the air pump, figuring that the tires would need to be pumped up before we could ride, and he got a gel seat. At the time, I didn't think that the cover was necessary.

Riding after almost twenty years was a lesson in just how much I'm out of shape as well as how the construction of something as forgetful as a bike seat can cause you more than a little pain. Josh and I immediately wanted to ride over to the cemetery and back; approximately a two mile round trip. I realized about half way into the trip that my ass was hurting more than my legs. I assumed that my legs would burn because I haven't used them for that kind of work out in a while. This was a different kind of pain.

Now, not to get weird but I think that this pain stemmed from the fact that I don't have much of an ass; well, at least not now. After sitting on the bike seat for a quarter mile, I realized that somehow my pelvis (specifically, the ischia are your sitting bones. They carry all your weight when you sit down.) was not cushioned at all and I was actually getting bruises. By the time we got to the cemetery, I was almost standing up on the pedals to avoid from sitting on the seat.

So when we got home yesterday, I was in more than a little pain and my legs were alternately going numb because of the shooting pains down from my ass. We got into the house and I immediately crashed on the couch in a drip of sweat.

Riding is going to be a fun activity, but the seat is a joke. If I wanted to have a pain in my ass all summer... (yea, you can take it from there).

So now I'm nursing my bruises and waiting to wake up a little more before I head back up to Walmart.

Owie.

-T

A cold by any other name...

... means that I'm passed out on NyQuil for a day.

For those who have been trying to get a hold of me, I apologize but I've been sick. Since Friday afternoon, I've had the sinus cold that has been going around with my Students. The combination of sniffles, cough and dizziness usually means that I just have to sleep it off.

Thankfully, today I feel better and I'm on my way out of the snot-induced haze.

See ya.

-T

Winter Break

With the return to campus for the start of Spring Term, I figured that I would recap what I've gained over the break.

1. A Laptop
2. A Roommate
3. 10 Pounds (ugh, damn cookies!!!)
4. Stress Fracture of the right foot and 3 sprained toes
5. A realization that I might have some philosophical similarities with Buddhism. (Does the Book have a Buddha Nature?)
6. An honest drive to post to my blog more often
7. Four more Correspondo-philes (pen palls sounds like something you'd have with guys in prison or people in another country - like Conneticut)
8. One less best friend (Nevermind? Nevermind?!? Blah.)
9. A growing interest in the writings of H.P. Lovecraft (Say it with me now: E-pis-to-lary)
10. Less of a twitch about saying the word "Vista".
11. A bigger grocery bill
12. A project to make a video storyboard for a space-colony movie. (I'll post it to 101 Tales if I can get the first part done)
13. A lot of facts and figures about Criminology crawling through my head.
14. More confused and somewhat jaded about the U.S. Criminal Justice System
15. Sore muscles from not working out in three weeks.

I could keep going but I need to post some things to Blackboard for tomorrow's classes.

The flurries have all but completely obscured the view from my office window of the hills of Kentucky. I believe that we're supposed to have 30% chance of real snow between today and tomorrow.

AtQ

-T

Ankle, pt 2

Ibuprofen: Several dozen
Toes: Black and blue

Ok, so it wasn't my ankle. It feels like I actually hurt something on the top of my foot rather than my ankle. My ankle doesn't hurt and my foot on feels stiff, like I slept on it wrong or something. So I'm trying to keep the swelling down and let it heal on itself. The bruises between my toes look like it's a step in the healing process. I just have to sit on the couch and do nothing for a while to try and let it finish healing.

Working on lecture notes on the couch with a tv in front of me with my laptop - I can think of a worse way to spend a day.

More later.

-T

Ankle

Stupid Balance Tricks: 1,
# of steps from Cinema to my house (with a sprained ankle): 10,302 (thank gods for a pedometer).

So Sunday night I was down by the Cinema in Portsmouth and walking around on the train tracks. The tracks haven’t been used in forever and I had hoped to find a shot (to amuse my photography urge) while waiting on a movie.

I balanced on the track and I nimbly plucked my way down the rail for a while and basically demonstrating how well-balanced my steps were. Things were fine until I stopped. As soon as I stepped off the rail, I hit a loose rock and with a twist and a flick, my ankle decided to collapse.

Oh yes, I heard the sounds of wet celery being crushed and I figured that I had messed it up. After a few steps, however, the pain was gone and I could walk on it without a serious limp. I went to the movies and kept flexing my ankle so it wouldn’t swell too badly. Well, once we were out of the movie (I am Legend, btw) the walk home reminded me how messed up my ankles can get. The first thousand or so steps were damn painful. My ankle didn’t want to flex at all so I hobbled my way home.

By Monday morning, my ankle had swelled a little but not by too much. Walking around on it, however, was still a bit painful. This cut into my plan to head back to the gym a week before classes started. It’s near impossible to walk without a limp –and- try and get on a treadmill or bike. So I puttered around the house.

Yeah, I love to putter.

I have one week left of my break and I’m trying to do a few dozen projects at once; all of the things that I had promised myself that I would do ‘once on break’. Tons of stuff to write and make and now I’m working on my lectures. Bleh.

One of the projects that I’m working on is making some basil bread from scratch. Last night I started some dough and put to rise in the fridge over night. The cookbook that Barb gave me for Winterfest said to let the dough warm up for about two hours before working it. It’ll give me time to wake up some and post this blog.

Later.

-T.

My Week

Monday All-Day:
Grading papers for take-home psych tests for extra credit.

Tuesday Morning:
Changed mind on house color from light gray to Tan (Coffee + Cream / Khaki)

Tuesday Evening:
Forgetting to pay cable: Last-minute payment.

Wednesday Morning:
I replaced the water pump on my car.

Wednesday Evening:
My buddy goes into the hospital with some heart problems.

Thursday Morning:
Another friend calls to tell me that she's in the hospital after an emergency Appendectomy.

Thursday Evening:
My tooth cracks and I end up accidentally swallowing it while giving a lecture in class.
It's broken off at the gum line.

Friday Morning:
Plan on buying some paint for the house
Find a dentist to pull tooth?

Saturday All-Day:
Painting the House?

Sunday All-Day
More painting?

The start of classes

4:04 p.m.

Workout (Check), Laundry (Check), House Project #73 (Check), Letter (Check), Journal (Check), Sitting in comfy, air conditioned, dark office (CHECK), Muscles in pain (Check), Friend called (check), blog (working on it)

Well, I'm back from my 3 p.m. workout and still cooling off. My right bicep is aching because I lifted a bit too much today. After lots of off-again, on-again exercise all summer long, I was kind of leary to get back on the scales here on campus. After the obligatory, 10 minute, cardio sprint, I stepped on them to find I way LESS now than I did when I finished spring quarter. Woo-Hoo!

It must be all that clean living.

So right now I'm back in my office and sipping on a diet pepsi (lack of caff has caused the onset of eye-splitting headaches again so I'm back on the stuff for a while) and cooling down while I look through my stuff for class. Thankfully, tonight is just an introduction and syllabus. There's not much to things so I'll be in and out in less than an hour.

My new schedule for Tuesday - Thursday is:
3 - 4: Workout
4 - 6: Office
6 - 9: Class

I should probably be home around 9:30 - 10 p.m. if people are curious why I'm not responding to the constant 'ping' of Yahoo IM.

Owwie (yep, still sore).

Lunch and a workout

A few minutes past noon...

So I went dow to campus to work out; felt good but also it reminded me of exactly how badly I'm out of shape. I've not been down there in two weeks and it shows. I'm up to 209. Ugh. I saw John down there, a guy who's also getting back into shape from a while out of it, and we caught up a little. The gym was packed with the Golden Bears, the elderly supporters of Shawnee State. Almost every machine had a man or woman over 70 on it and just panting to hold onto every breath. I'm surprised that they University lets them work out unsupervised for fear of one of them dropping dead on a tread mill.

After I cleaned up, I went over to my office to check my voice mail and university mail. I received a thank you from the Trio Center for helping keep a student from dropping out of classes last quarter.

Go Me!

There weren't many people hanging around so I decided to walk over to the University Center to grab something to drink. While walking over I saw Phil, one of my students from my winter psychology class who had to drop out in Spring to go build schools in Panama for the U.S. Army. It turns out that he also got shipped around to build some other stuff in Costa Rica and a few other places since he did such a good job with the first one. He's also being given a promotion to E-7 so he can hold some kind of management slot at Ft. Knox with their Engineers. I know that I'm butchering the actual information but that's the jist. I don't speak Army that well.

I finally started to head back to the house and Jim got a hold of me for lunch. He's going to be a little bit behind schedule so I grabbed my mobile to write up this blog and have something to do while they get here. The Market Street Cafe' is closed today so everyone has hit Toro Loco (a nice Mex restaurant). To say it's packed is a bit of an understatement.

This city needs a few more restaurants downtown; something to help take up the slack.

The campus seemed so empty today. There are only a handfull of students taking classes that it feels like a hollow shell of buildings. Phil, the student I spoke with, said that his Calculus class only has three in it though there were eighteen registered. I hope I don't have the same problem this fall. A three hour class, once a week, at night - I'm not exactly going to be packing them in.

Almost noon-thirty...

Jim called to say that he would be a little late getting down here. He's running home to grab Tuffy, I think

Damned Fevers

Last night, while I was crawling into bed, I was fighting the chilled shakes of a fever.

I normally get them rather than a true 'cold' when the temperature takes a nose dive. I think it's basically a reaction to my sinuses once the cold weather kicks in, but in any case - last night sucked.

I was sweating my shorts off and my muscles were stretched and pulled as though I had worked out for too long.

This morning I'm "here" but I can tell the Fever is still hanging around; lurking in the back of my head and waiting for its' chance to strike.

Ugh.

-T

p.s. The only good thing about the fevers is that I normally end up with very weird sketches in my book before it goes away for good.

Evil. E-Vil

Laps around the Cemetery: 4
Basement projects: 2
Times I've surfed Blick's online Catalog: 283
Bowls of Starbuck's Java Chip Ice Cream: 3 (at least it's not cookies)
Bookporn sites visited: 5 (Look at the pages on that one)
Showers: 3 (I love my hot water heater)
Number of series downloaded: 2 (I can quit anytime I want)

So, there I was - just out of the shower for the second time today (after the basement projects) and I remembered that I had a half-eaten quart of Java-Chip ice cream from Starbucks in the freezer. It called to me.

Yes, called.

I don't like chocolate, but this coffee-chocolate combo thing isn't bad.

This weekend got off to a weird start. I slept most of Friday - maybe a blood sugar thing and today I worked on the basement for a while and just could not stay clean for more than 4 hours. First it was just the morning 'wake my butt up' shower. Then it was the 'I'm covered in basement gick' shower, and then finally it was the 'how did I get that sweaty walking all...over...Portsmouth' shower.

oh well, I'm going to get back to my Evil.

E-vil.

-T.

Blood Sugar

Ok, this was a weird day.

Classes went fine and even Sociology (my afternoon class) was animated. However, towards the end of the class, I started to realize that as I moved around the room I was getting more and more dizzy.

I didn't realize what was going on and kept teaching and then it happened.

Just as I was concluding a point, my legs buckled. I pulled it off like I stumbled or something and just got rid of the students but it freaked me out.

A buddy of mine, who was there, saw what happened and realized that I've been working out harder than normal, (about 5 hours a week) and not eating a lot.

Blood sugar.

Who'da thunk it.

-T

On the Road to Recovery

Well, I'm mostly back up to snuff.

I had my morning lecture and I could breathe and all that, but towards the end my body temp shot up and I got a little dizzy so the fevers aren't completely out of my system.

I spent much of this weekend just sleeping - catching up from when I was up and down all night almost all of last week. I did some laundry and cleaned up around the house as well because while I was sick - nothing got done around the house.

The weather has turned dark and ugly here. I'm looking out of my window here at the office and can see some fairly dark clouds moving in apparently from the south - or at least from Kentucky. Like an invading army, the clouds are blotting the skies and sending people scrambling for their umbrellas.

Like a schmuck, I don't have a small umbrella for my bag yet so I'll probably be walking over to the gym, or back, in a down pour.

Oh well - it won't kill me.

Much.

-Tom