Completely consumed by academia, I’m surprised I have a quarter of brain power remaining to attempt quizical game shows (hence my penchant for dumbed-down reality TV). I am so impressed with myself, and pleased these student loans are none to waste, now I’ve confirmed I am “smarter than a fifth grader.” So exciteable by the little things these days. I seriously considered running away from home and adding a semester of straight F’s to my transcripts after the amount of shit I brought on myself school-related brain activities to ace.
The worst is that something happened to me physically in the meantime. And yet, my doc sent me away with a clean bill of health and a couple of medications to take “in case.” I have high regard to what gets put into my body (save for the nicotine addiction I couldn’t seem to shake for 10+ years), so much that I won’t take an aspirin for a headache. Infact, my bottle of Advil in the medicine cabinet is easily over five years old — and still unopened. Now, I’m on THREE different TYPES of “stuff” for an undisclosed ailment. Nothing stress or emotional-related — I was almost completely deaf in my right ear. I had a feeling over the weekend like there was water in my ear, but it dissipated. A little pressure on my car ride home Sunday night, but chalked it up to hilly roads and windows up-and-down (you know, “Road Trip Ear Popping”) No tingling or ringing, just… all-the-sudden, nothing. And to make matters worse, the left ear was super-hypersensitive. Gaggles of co-workers made my head echo internally and frankly, created more than just deafness and pressure, but now — PAIN. So much that I went to an emergency room for the first time since I required stitches in my teens. Blood pressure good, no headaches, height/weight proportionate, no foreign Q-tips stuck in my ear, no infections, no fever, and no true answers. The probable cause was something allergy-related, potentially a swelling of my ear canal or other related passages, but again, pre-cautionary medications prescribed to ward off that “anything” becoming worse.
This situation, compiled on top of other fine stressors made my eyes well up while exclaiming “I’m deaf!” to a classmate. Tuesday, en route to work, I cry again at some dumb song… because it doesn’t sound the same. Today when I “wake” (used loosely, since to “wake,” you must have actually “slept”), I have pressure, but the sensation of hearing is back. Oh, and I haven’t slept for three days because I’m on hoppers. So, for shits-and-giggles today, I ate a frosted danish from the vending machine and a hot chocolate almost immediately after downing a Depth Charge and oatmeal cookie from Caribou Coffee. What does this have to do with anything? Well… what if I wake up tomorrow and can’t taste?
I’m up to five daily miles in my training workout, and now I’m scared to use an iPod while running. So sad, that my five-month internship is almost to an end and I’ve added another (yes another from the other I mentioned) job to the mix. I’m excited to get out of Cleve again this weekend (spa day). Too bad it’s not somewhere the baseball men run free… like Phoenix.
Reading: I don’t want to read ANYTHING right now. I’m DONE with being smart this week. Bring on da Dummies!
Listening: “Read My Mind” by The Killers, “Falling By the Wayside” by People in Planes, “Remind Me” by Royskopp AND (yes) “Get Used to Somebody” by Tim McGraw.
(Seriously, is this Brain Wave Remix day?)
Thinking: “Pet Pee Pee? What the HELL is Pet Pee Pee?” murmered by Mel behind an overtly-obvious RTA bus ad.
To do-ing: Brain dead.
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