went to the doctor today... buuuuuu!!! i hate doctors, even though i have health insurance. i always feel like all they tell me is bad news. apparently i need an mri, they need to make sure there's no hemorrhaging, and my "post concussive syndrome" can last up to 8 weeks! this means no bike riding or high-impact sports, no drinking, and no work until they clear me to go. buuuuu!!! this sucks. at least pop ditched work tonight and showed up to hang out. it was nice to have company. we got korean food at koriente, since it was too early for the 10:30 movies at the 'mo. he and momma are taking me to the mri tomorrow, since i had some weird road rage confrontation with some stupid pimply-faced highskoolers on the way home from the doctor today, who cut me off, narrowly missing romy garcia by a hair on the access road, causing me to slam on the brakes and have everything fly off the seat, and then pacing me and shouting things at me like, "how did that feel, huh??? how'd you like it??" while laughing. i think it was some kind of juvenile mental rape thing, like, intentional. i don't get what their goal was, though. it seemed like something you would see on "asshole" on emptyvee. so i decided i would rather have someone else drive me to the doctor tomorrow. less risky.
i still feel shitty overall. buuuuu!!!
Monday, August 3, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
buuuu concussion
i'm back in atx ahead of time. this is cos my lame ass let myself get whacked in the back of the head with my surfboard on tuesday afternoon at playa maderas. duuhhhh. it wasn't bad at the time; however, four hours later, at a screening of a documentary about the US media's
coverage of the contra war, i started to feel shitty and it quickly escalated to almost passing out and falling over on the sidewalk. once i got comfy on the ground, tho, i felt a lot better. there was a lot of drama and slapstick - a car ride offered to an itty-bitty clinic in san juan, panicked phone calls to family, joking around with the clinic staff en español, etc. however, the next day i felt way worse and didn't think i would be getting better any soon, so i changed my ticket and flew home thursday, and mom picked me up at the aeropuerto and took me to the ER immediately for what amounted to a sobriety test, a ct scan, and three hours of forced starvation ("in case she needs surgery"). the doctors here told me what i already figured: i have a concussion, and will feel lousy for a few weeks.
i went back to ma and pa's that night in kyle, instead of staying at home. this was b/c my dog was still with them, and also they had food and i had none at home. so we got in around midnight; friday was, of course, thrilled to see me; i enjoyed a late nite grilled cheese; and got to bed late. i got to see pa in the morning, too. waking up there was great. it's really nice to live near your parents when you're sick or out of commission. it's been a while since i've been able to take advantage of their proximity. i got pancakes and bacon for breakfast that day, and mom has offered to make me the casserole of my choice for the week.
so now i'm kinda bored. i can't do much, cos most movement makes me feel dizzy and weird and kinda nauseous. it's been nice to sleep long hours in my own bed, though, and not get woken by roosters at 4am, as i was in nicaragua. for the most part i've been reading, listening to music, and watching dvds. i can't wait to get back on my bike and go swim at barton springs.
coverage of the contra war, i started to feel shitty and it quickly escalated to almost passing out and falling over on the sidewalk. once i got comfy on the ground, tho, i felt a lot better. there was a lot of drama and slapstick - a car ride offered to an itty-bitty clinic in san juan, panicked phone calls to family, joking around with the clinic staff en español, etc. however, the next day i felt way worse and didn't think i would be getting better any soon, so i changed my ticket and flew home thursday, and mom picked me up at the aeropuerto and took me to the ER immediately for what amounted to a sobriety test, a ct scan, and three hours of forced starvation ("in case she needs surgery"). the doctors here told me what i already figured: i have a concussion, and will feel lousy for a few weeks.
i went back to ma and pa's that night in kyle, instead of staying at home. this was b/c my dog was still with them, and also they had food and i had none at home. so we got in around midnight; friday was, of course, thrilled to see me; i enjoyed a late nite grilled cheese; and got to bed late. i got to see pa in the morning, too. waking up there was great. it's really nice to live near your parents when you're sick or out of commission. it's been a while since i've been able to take advantage of their proximity. i got pancakes and bacon for breakfast that day, and mom has offered to make me the casserole of my choice for the week.
so now i'm kinda bored. i can't do much, cos most movement makes me feel dizzy and weird and kinda nauseous. it's been nice to sleep long hours in my own bed, though, and not get woken by roosters at 4am, as i was in nicaragua. for the most part i've been reading, listening to music, and watching dvds. i can't wait to get back on my bike and go swim at barton springs.
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