Here’s the rundown on my week, y’all:
Sunday: Missed an eagerly-awaited phone call from a girl I met online (first time voice) because her number is blocked from CallerID and my line had Anonymous Call Rejection.
Monday: Removed the anon protection, got to talk to her, had a great conversation. One hour after getting off the phone, I feel like I’ve been shot in the stomach. I go to bed at about 10 PM. I have freaky waking fever-dreams until about 2 AM, when my dinner decides to leave through the ‘IN’ door. More fever dreams, got sleep in 15-minute spurts.
Tuesday: Can’t afford another absence, so I gotta go to school…with a 102 fever, no food in my belly, and a powerful weakness such that I can barely lift my book bag. I slog through the day, managing to keep down water and Gatorade.
Wednesday: Manage to eat a grilled chicken sandwich at about 4 PM, first meal I’ve kept down since lunch Monday. At around 8 PM, I lose a contact lens. I’m pretty sure it’s still in my eye somewhere, off to the side. But, I have to order another one, which will take a few days, and cost about $200 with my crappy prescription.
Thursday: I eat some stir-fried chicken and rice for lunch. I leave a little after 6 PM to go pick up friend Kim to take her to a hockey game for her birthday. On the way there, I narrowly miss hitting a truck that stops suddenly in front of me. The Dodge Ram behind me, though, doesn’t miss me; I get hammered and slammed into the first truck from behind. Radiator is ruptured, front and rear body sections are a mess, my radio came flying out of the dashboard, and my driver’s side seat back now flops around like a fresh fish. No one’s hurt. After lots of accident hoopla, the cop gives me a ride to Kim’s and we make the last two periods of the game. (Kings win!)
Friday morning: Returning home at around midnight, I write the negotiation paper I haven’t had the time or inclination for on any of the previous days. Finish at 6:30 AM. Catch a ride to school with Kim (what a sweetie) and turn in the paper before the 9 AM deadline.
So, here I am at present, just after 10 AM, having gone 27 hours without sleep so far, probably won’t get a chance to sleep till this evening. I’ve eaten 2 meals in the last 4 days. Did I mention final exams start next Tuesday, and that law school final exams are the first, last, and only grade you get for a class?
Funny thing is, I feel okay about all of it. The illness kinda cleansed me; I don’t feel tired, and I don’t even feel very hungry. Physically and mentally, I think I feel better than I did last weekend, actually. I’m not even pissed, just kinda amazed at the shitstorm.
The thing that bugs me is, Friday ain’t over yet. Y’all might wanna keep your distance, in case I still have some black karma leaking off me or something.
Anyway, thought I’d share. How’s your week been, eh?