Kimday Kickoff and doc crazypants

Well, the week has been pretty mundane, but I did kick it off with a little MJ. Well done. Showcases both the geniuses of MJ and Kenny Ortega. Choreography, graphics--amazing. My friend and I were singing and dancing in the back. Sadly, the place was bare, and the few people who were there sat stoically in their seats, munching popcorn like tools.

Since then, I've been working my ass off with midterms (last one due Monday) and other assignments. I present in San Fran next week, so I've got some last minute stuff to put together, and my research project finally got approved, so I've started recruitment.

Oh, Halloween was fun but again, barren. NO one was out.

And I'm still fighting off the funk, which doc crazypants says is allergies. I forgot to write about the doc crazypants saga. I went in for upper respiratory problems, and he was more concerned that I hadn't had a pap smear in 2 years, reminding me that women's bodies are like wet paint. Things, apparently, stick to us like little pieces of fuzz, lint, and dirt do to a freshly painted wall.

Ok, first of all, since when did pap smears become less about preventative medicine (read: cancer and the like) and more about cleaning out my insides from all the wild, crazy, "lint" producing sex women have? Isn't this why it is called a well woman exam? It's like that damn vaccine to protect against cervical cancer. Hello? A) why aren't men vaccinated; B) um, sometimes cervical cancer just happens! It's not all about a nasty cooch. And furthermore, I went in to have my damn ears, nose, and throat looked at! WTF? Ah well, chalk it up to all the fuckwit docs I've had through the years.

Ok back to midterming and hot tea.

Kimday musing

Would it be odd to celebrate one's birthday by oneself in Vegas? For some reason, (perhaps I am becoming a hermit), this is sounding more and more appealing.

It also might be the fact that I feel as if a truck ran over me. Fighting off whatever funk is running around the LBB.

Anyway, I have to make a decision soon, but for now, off to bed.

Emerging from Muck

Have had the stomach flu, a paper to write, and much research to do. It has been a busy few days, and I am weaker for it.

Plus, I am still fighting for my scholarship and am nearing the point when I scream my bloody head off, stand up on someone's desk, and start kicking papers around (not necessarily in that order). Seriously, I am in a financial crisis from these people, and they are giving me the run around and flat out lying and have been since April. That's the only way to put it. My only solace is to imagine punching them in the face repeatedly and then doing that little Zohan finger and foot thing: Smell it, smell it, smell it. Now take it! That's for you!

So today I was able to eat some broth and a potato. This thing is going around. Basically, you are fine, and then you get a massive headache and begin throwing up in the middle of the night for about an hour. The next day, you feel like a truck ran over you, and then you get to repeat it the next night. Luckily, it only lasts 48 hours. The sad thing is that I had made this divine little casserole, and I cannot even look at it bc, well, I'll spare you the details. Ugh. And I just can't afford to throw good food away. Sigh. Maybe I'll freeze it.

And then, as expected, I'm dancing the red tape tango with the tech school I taught at for a stint last year, W2 (or 4, which is it) wise. Blugga!

And yes, I still should rant about my landlord, but I just don't have the strength to do the post justice.

I've got the funk

I don't know what kind of funk I've got bc it just started. What I do know is it feels like the Sniffling, Sneezing, Aching, Coughing, Stuffy-head, Fever Funk, and I don't have any Nyquil.

Whimper.

Bo knows

...my computer.

While I've been cleaning the viruses out of my body, my computer has been infected with them. Bostack got ahold of my poor PC and wreaked havoc. I think Bo is still wreaking havoc because I can't search the internet without ending up at Ebay. Emailed Microsoft and talked to all techie friends, and no one has heard of Bostack, and McAfee and all the spyware can't delete him. Time for a computer overhaul.

Well, I made it through the cleanse, and now it's time to add food back in slowly, one day at a time. Yesterday was brown rice. Yea! Brown Rice! Today is wheat! Yea! Wheat! I've never been so happy to eat shredded wheat dry before (can't add milk yet). Tomorrow is bananas. Yea! Bananas!

To those of you who think I'm nuts, this is working. I can breathe through both nostrils for the first time in 10 years, and all the aches and pains are pretty much gone. Edgy has finally gotten into the diet, too, and actually found out that he has allergic reactions to green beans. He's lost a pants size (why do men always lose weight so easily?) and I've lost a 1/2, which is difficult because my 8s sag, and my 6s fit too tightly (except for this one fabulous size 6 skirt that has fit all along, and I think it must be magic).

To celebrate the end of the cleanse, I played hooky yesterday and today. Damn it feels good to be a slacker! Yesterday, I led the cat's life, following whatever my cats told me to do, which meant that I sprawled out on the couch watching Back to the Future and National Lampoons Vacation, napped, and then, when deciding to do something productive, took 2 hours to clean off my coffee table because I was so engrossed in the movies. Ah, the cat's life rules. Oh, and last night I finished The Class, so no more class for me!

Today, I've eaten shredded wheat and typed this. That brings me to 10:58, so I guess I should do something productive. Naaaah!

Is there anybody out there?

Cranky's grumpy.

• I'm still hacking up my lungs every 5 minutes, though I feel less like shit everyday.
• I had The Class tonight; that always makes Cranky grumpy
• Glinda gets to go to Chicago; Cranky grumpy, jealous, but still rooting for her to do well deep inside ;o)
• Goop has turned clear now, but it's prolific. It's like all the little snot creatures are having a swingers' party in every room in my body. Hence the coughing.
• TAKS is next week. I hate TAKS.
• Cranky hasn't had chocolate, dairy, or any food that is rough or creamy in texture in a week. It makes Cranky choke on Snot Creature spluge and hurts her throat. Cranky does not give up chocolate well, nor queso for that matter.
• Cranky hasn't been able to taste anything for 4 days.
• That white trash bimbo who can't sing is still on American Idol, a show I'm only paying half ass attention to because I want her ass to be kicked off, but she won't be because she's "a naughty little minx" according to Simon, even though she has no fucking clue what that even means with her big hair havin', "snot rag" (her words) blowin', dark roots' showin', makes LuAnn Platter look like a rocket scientist bimbo self.
• And Praxis hasn't updated his blog in months. Cranky wants some news from DCland. Still there?

Cranky wins

Went to the doc today. I have to wonder, and I happened to wonder this outloud after doc was a little prick to me: Is snideness a byproduct of medical school, or is being an asshole just a prereq for admission?

Anyway, my luck with docs is not wonderful, and this was no exception. I tell him my symptoms, and as usual, I get the "Well, someone sure has their list down." And then without listening goes into a rant about antibiotic overuse (I hadn't even asked for antibiotics) and bacteria mutating and whathaveyou, and then rants about how he has a "case of the sniffles and you don't see [him] running to a doctor whining and complaining" [he says with a teensy little sniff to prove that he does, indeed, have the sniffles.]

at this point I'm thinking, Jesus, you've got some issues, but I just say, "Um, well, I wouldn't have come in except that it's been 5..."

[interrupting]: "Yeah, 5 days. 5 days. It's always 5 days. It is mandatory that you wait 7 days before coming into the doctor. Don't you see that on your Nyquil package!"

"Um, K, but I'm a teach..." [was going to say that I was a teacher and it's TAKS and today was the only day I could get off to come in to the doctor]

[interrupting again]: "Oh, I know, I know, teacher, always wanting the quick fix. wouldn't it be nice if we could all get a quick fix? I sure would like a quick fix [he says all this while writing me out a prescription for an antibiotic]

So he hands me the script and then says, "you need to wait 48 hours before filling this script because you need to make sure that it isn't viral first, and you have to wait 7 days before you can know if it is viral. If in 48 hours, which i doubt, you are still sick, then you can fill this script." He hands me the zpack script.

Well, I know my body, and though I usually fight off the docs who try to force me to take antibiiotics bc usually I have a virus, I know that this time I do have a bacterial infection. Green goop and other things=bacterial infection in my estimation. Plus, it's been since 1999 that I've even taken an antibiotic, so I think I'm ok. Good lord.

That said, I took the antibiotic and I feel better. Not great, but better. green goop has gone yellow and Cranky is able to at least function.

'Twas Eastertime

and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble throughout my whole damn body!

I AM SO FREAKIN' SICK!

I've traded in my martinis for cocktails made from Nyquil, Dayquil, and Hot Toddies. The thought of food makes me sick, even queso, so you know I'm ill.

Damn the little pathogenic bastards!

Plus, to top it off today, a kid comes in my class, eye oozing with pink eye. She said she was diagnosed with it on Friday. Um...WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN MY CLASS TODAY THEN? So I send her down to the "nurse" (I put it in quotes to not only irritate Glinda but to also emphasize that while she is, indeed, an RN, she has no nursing skills beyond handing out bandaids and maxipads) who promptly sends her back to my class to wait for mom to pick her up? WTF? As soon as she left, I unloaded an entire can of lysol on everything--desks, floors, papers, doorknobs, you name it. I also must've covered my hands and arms in antibac gel 20 times.

Speaking of the nurse, Friday another teacher comes into my room telling me that a student passed out in the hallway. We call the nurse, and no one answers, so I leave the teacher with my class and run down to the nurses' station (not a short little jaunt mind you. Our school is big). No one is there but students who tell me that the nurses didn't come in today. That means that the RN and the RN aide just decided not to come in that day, and no one was there to cover for them. I tell an AP, who gets on the walkie talkie to get the school's trainer to come help, and then yells at me for not telling her exactly what room number the kid was in front of. I told her the 400 hall, but that wasn't good enough. Plus, I'm teaching a fucking class, not monitoring the hallways. By the time we got back, the kid had gotten up and wandered off, and the aide left with him said, "Well, he felt better." So the AP said, "Well, that was a waste of time."

UM HELLO?? Kid passes out and gets up and you don't see the need to find out where he went?

I work in hell.