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I’m the a-hole I know.  Well life isn’t always sunshine and jelly beans.  In fact much of life is filled with “inclement weather.”  I have spent the past few days in that weather.  My sincerest apologies to those who were expecting a story of the ages to follow this enormous void of silence.

Once I returned to CT from NJ I became even more sick.  Apparently NJ is a very dirty place? Gives you disease? Who knew? On the drive home I called my boss and informed him that I would not be able to make it to work.  He didn’t really need to ask why, he could hear it in my nearly non-existent voice that I was in no shape to be entertaining the general public much less handling their food. Nothing was helping me feel better, finally on the second day I went to the walk-in clinic to find out what the eff was wrong.  “A very bad infection in your throat,” said the doctor. Of course, the only way he determines this is by shining he his flashlight that looks into my throat down into my throat and says “hmm” a few times.  No swabs, or blood samples or anything like that. Well he is the professional, am I right?  Who am I to second guess this fellow.  So he hands me a piece of paper with some scribble on it and what looks to be a signature at the bottom.  This guy could be giving me poison for all I know.  “Take this as directed and you’ll feel better in a few days.” A few days?  Nothing like slow and steady.

The short heavy set chap at the pharmacy was obviously having a great day too.  You know that customer service person who is holding back every thread of hate for the general public.  Thinking that the work he is doing is so below him. That was this guy.  He must of felt that the things that I was asking him to do (Fill prescription and update insurance information) was just too much.  I love it too when the computer malfunctions for a short while and these people actually roll their eyes at it like the computer made a conscious decision to fuck the guy over for those 30 seconds.  My final chuckle comes when everything is finally done, he acts like he wasn’t acting completely irrational this whole time, smiles and says, “have a nice day.”

I’m not one for medicine unless I absolutely have to take it.  I have epilepsy, I NEED to take that medication, but beyond that I almost refuse to take anything else.  I will take the occasional Tylenol if it feels like someone cracked me over the head with a sledge hammer, but that’s it.  Shortly after taking my first does of antibiotics and “cough syrup” I was loopy as hell and immediately fell asleep.

The rest of the days were spent doing laundry, playing Modern Warfare 2 and one day of work.  3 of the most unproductive days of my life and it sucks.  New week, new state of health, new material to write.  I ready….are you?

side note: my dreams continue to rule.  I need to will write about one in the coming days.