Okay, so I haven‘t given a proper update in some time. I apologize for that, but as I said in my latest status, my poor body has been through the ringer!
I finished off my microbio class with a hard-earned A! It took some fighting, and I’m not sure the guy was totally honest to the rest of the class, or to me, but it worked out to my benefit. See, some afternoons when there was nothing left to do for the day except kill time, he’d talk to us about what we were doing in his class- why were we taking microbio? I told him my whole story and why I needed an A in his class. So, by the end of the class he said he would use our lab notebook, if we did a good job and actually turned one in, to make up any 5 pt. deficit we may have encountered for the next grade up. The last day of class he graded our finals immediately if we wanted to stick around and find out how we did. While he was at it, he totaled up our final grades for the class. Somehow, by some miracle, I ended up EXACTLY 5pts shy of an A. So, he factored in 5 additional points because my lab notebook was so badass, bringing my grade up to the next tier. What are the chances of that actually being the case? I think pretty slim. I think he knew I needed the grade, had earned a B, but worked really, really hard, and gave me the A and just told me I was 5 points shy. Either way, I appreciate the A.
Immediately after class ended, I began prepping for Comic-Con. For some odd reason summer school ended on a Wednesday and con was immediately the following Thursday. I had less than 12 hours to prepare. Needless to say, I really wasn’t prepared. I had all my outfits planned and knew I’d be crashing at the bro’s place. That was it, though. I hadn’t thought about food, money, schwag, nothing. I got up to San Deezy a little later than I wanted on Thursday, but it worked out okay. I was supposed to donate blood, like I do every year, but it turns out my caffeine addiction, mixed with my asthma meds, really did a number on my heart rate. It was actually scary for me to be calm, relaxed, not at all out of breath, and to have my pulse be 107! Normally it’s in the mid-70s. Yeah, not good. And I couldn’t do anything about it yet. I mean, the next 3 days were defined by 3-4 hours of sleep per night, venti Americanos, and sh*tty stale nachos that cost me $8. I’m hardcore when it comes to Con. I’ll sleep when it’s over! I’ll eat when I can! Etc . I even partially camped out one night. I had a blast, all in all! I got to see my buddies, had dinner at my favorite San Diego restaurant, went for a short zipline excursion… It was a great time! The best part, though, was getting to hang out with my brother. We had dinner Friday night. And Sunday night I decided to stay and leave Monday morning. I needed to sleep before driving two hours through the mountains to get home. We went to dinner again, got some froyo, and settled in at his place to watch part of The Stand. We both fell asleep before we got too far into it. It was cool. He had come down a few times while I had summer school, so I didn’t get to spend any time with him. We always have a nice time when we get to chill. Anyway, I’ll just let the photos I took at Comic-Con do the rest of the talking… Also, I'm only posting highlights. If you want to see all the rest of the fun look me up on Instagram: llij1983 or catch me on Facebook.
When I got home, I decided to deal with the caffeine problem. Tuesday I went cold turkey. I did fine most of the day, just a little fatigue. But, by mid-afternoon, the raging headache showed up! As expected. I took some ibuprofen, which seemed to do absolutely nothing, and increased my water intake. The headache lasted until about Thursday morning. The fatigue stuck around and seemed to get worse. I can say I haven’t had a drop of caffeine in more than a week! Turns out the fatigue was unrelated. Some evil PMS, which is increasingly taking its toll on my body. I haven’t been on meds for it in almost two months. The pain in July was so bad, I actually physically looked sick. My microbio instructor and everyone in my class asked me if I was okay. I was pale, in so much pain, and that damn cyst had definitely come back. I couldn’t stand or walk upright as much as I tried. I left class immediately after finishing up my lab (luckily just observing some results). This month is a repeat of that. The pain is so ridiculous I’ve been taking my Motrin 600s. I’m working on insurance or Medi-Cal or whatever so I can get back on meds ASAP. In my case, it is a matter of life or potential death. The cyst is huge- tennis ball sized, and I run the risk of it bursting or causing my fallopian tube to twist (known as torsion) which as I understand is the most intense pain I would have ever felt at this point in my life.
Speaking of crappy medical issues… I’ll explain the stitches now. I was getting ready for church on Sunday morning when I had the misfortune of having one of those super clumsy days. After brushing my teeth, I set my electric toothbrush, with its almost pointless cover on, on top of my clothing pile. It slipped off, the cover popped off, and the damn brush landed bristle-side down on the floor… which happened to have a few stray granules of kitty litter on it. Talk about disgusting! I was totally grossed out. I picked up the brush to examine it and sure enough there was a clump sticking to the bristles. Knowing me, I would forget the whole incident and try using it again. To prevent that, I immediately went about removing the head to replace it. Well, unfortunately, I could not find the little tool that allows you to replace it quickly, easily, and safely. So, I started jimmying it as best I could. I got the head off in one quick unexpected motion, using mostly brute force, and before I could blink, my hand was covered in blood and it was dripping down into my lap. I got up and ran out of my room to get my mom. I rinsed off my hand in the kitchen sink, which was pointless ‘cuz the blood was a-gushing! I dripped blood EVERYWHERE! It was all over my house. And my room. And then my mom’s room. We couldn’t get the bleeding to stop. It was a pretty deep, clean slice. So, off to the ER we went. It was in and out of there in less than an hour and a half! First time getting stitches. The worst part was the shot of lido in the thumb. As if it didn’t hurt enough! They gave me a Percocet for the pain, which was actually a terrible thing for me. I don’t do well with strong medications. I needed to go to the pharmacy (Target is my fave) for more pain meds and antibiotics. I was sitting down on a bench waiting for my stuff to be filled and all of a sudden I got mega diaphoretic. I mean, my pores opened up and I was literally dripping with sweat. My clothes got soaked, my hair got soaked… I got so hot, I thought I was going to pass out. My mom got a wet paper towel from the pharmacy and cooled me off and wiped me down. The pharmacist brought me a cup of water. They got me a wheelchair to ride out on. Unfortunately, you need a RIGHT THUMB to operate it efficiently! THANKS! I don’t have a right thumb for the next 10 days.
I also had a terrible reaction to the Norco, which I thought I’d taken before with no problems. It made me feel weak and shaky and borderline nauseated. Then, I had to take my antibiotics on an empty stomach. Only my stomach didn’t dig that and I spent all of my Monday morning throwing up the NOTHING that was in my tummy. I forgot how painful dry heaves are. I can take them now with food, just no dairy or iron supplements or vitamins. Total pain in the ass. But, at least I’m not nauseated or puking anymore. I have just stuck to ibuprofen for pain management. I also have some stuff for nausea. Doing good. Stitches should come out on Wednesday.
Okay, so, how have you all been?
E. coli growing in EMB agar. My final project.
Shirt Day 1- cut off sleeve seams and cut neckline asymmetrically. Left edges raw.
Shirt Day 2- removed collar and created gathered off-shoulder collar with elastic. Added glitter to superheroes.
Shirt Day 3- not really a shirt. A short "body con" dress that I wore with jeggings.
Shirt Day 4- took an oversized 2XL boxy t-shirt and removed the collar and hem. Added a new boatneck collar and thicker bottom hem using the leftover scraps. Created a fitted, but loose side seam and sleeves to make a cute, stylish, comfortable dolman.
Hall H buddies... missing Jimmy. You get to know the folks around you when you camp out for 12+ hours together.
I got to be Batman on a zipline for 15 seconds. It was awesome!
And now a few highlights of my experience:
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Yup. That hurt.
To apologize for the above photo, here's an adorable cat photo:
They missed me while I was gone.