ok, so the last few days have been fairly interesting, in fact the time has been almost surreal.

hospitals are just surreal places

so anyways, on thursday i called my doctor to check in with him and also to let him know that my calf had been swelling up recently. all of the sudden, i’ve got a date with an ultrasound machine a half hour later. i get there, they take it, and they tell me i’ve got a large blood clot that has been in my thigh. i’m guessing it had been there for awhile, because i had been having the same pain, along with some shortness of breath and other symptoms for awhile now. i just had no idea that anything was wrong with me. so since halloween night, i’ve been sitting in a hospital room having nothing to do but read, watch tv, and study ( i did a whole lot of all three). alot of time was spent talkign to people who were visiting me as well, i suppose, but man….its been like 4 days, and it seems like it was just non-time. first off, i couldn’t get out of bed until saturday. so i was stuck there, peeing in a bottle for two days. next, i was roomed with a 72 year old man who was basically just cantankerous. he had an infected gallbladder, but it wasn’t really that serious. he was allright during the day, but his nice side was pretty much skin deep. he went to bed at 7. i went to bed at 2. this didn’t really work out too well for him, and finally on sunday night he decided to do something about it by complaining to the nurse. either i was too intimidating, or unapproachable, but he couldn’t ask me to do things like turn off the TV. he had to ask the nurse this. so the nurse offered to move me, and i jumped at that chance, i just wished i had gotten offered it sooner. it was hilarious to me, because he harbored it for like 3 nights, and finally he snapped, but not at me, at the nurse. jesus….old people need to pull their heads out of their ass. or die. one or the other.

but yeah, i basically had to just sit there, in bed, with an IV in me that pushed blood thinning drugs through me, to get rid of the clot. so its pretty much gone now, but to make sure its eradicated, i have to take coumadin (rat poison….no really, this is the stuff they kill rats with, the stuff that kills them because it thins their blood so much that eventually they’ll have internal hemmorages, cause they eat too much). i have to take this shit for the next 4 to 6 months. and basically, this means i can’t do drugs anymore. only in “moderation” i suppose. what the hell’s the point of drinking if you can’t get sloppy ass drunk? its probably for teh best i suppose. i’m gonna miss drinking and getting ruined on the weekends though. oh well… que cera, cera. 6 months is a really long time though. i’m gonna be a light weight with drinkign though, so that’s gonna save me some cash.

but shit man, what an ordeal, i got all this school shit to do int he next few days now, and i gotta sit around for another week. good god, if this leg causes me anymore trouble, its just gonna have to bring death, cause its exhausting its limits of ways that it can affect me.

thank god i’m out of there though, they were taking my blood every morning at 5 am, checing all my vital signs every 8 hours, i would wake up every hour and a half or so because i would crimp my IV, so it would set off the alarm….and god, when all you do is sit around all day, it makes it really hard to go to sleep at night, especially when you’re used to doing school all day, doing some exercise, more school, and drinking some. when all of those go, so does your ability to sleep like a log. and when youre roomate snores louder than you can manage to turn up your earphones, its not so hot. of course, being waited on hand and foot is allright, wish i could have gotten better pain mediction though…that would have been nice.

again, touching on the old people subject….i never really hated them until now. i suppose i don’t hate them still because its not worth it to hate them, but damn, this is what makes america as conservative as it is. these old people, instead of realizing that they don’t have much time left on earth, and should really relax and just deal with things, decide to get bitter at the world. if you want to imagine a world with too much time on their hands, just look at the elderly, and you’ll get a pretty good vision of what the world could be like.

*shudders*

but in the end, the nurses were really nice, and the food was worse than all the worst food i’ve ever gotten on airplanes and elementary schools combined. seriously, my cheese omlette the first day i got there for breakfast was a dry sponge with nacho cheese on it, and i’m harldy exaggerating. i came out ok, i’m fine, and now i’m back to the real world. man, it feels great to be back.

({)and all my friends are awesome.(})