I apologize for the lack of posts for a few days, but I’ve been on a mental roller coaster for the past couple of days. On Saturday, I woke up to one of the worst colds that I’ve experienced in a while. My nostrils were clogged and my neck was so sore that it hurt to move. By Saturday night, the snot from my nose was dripping into my mouth like an IV drip on speed. At around 1:00 in the morning on Sunday, I awoke to the sounds of my partner Micah in the bathroom. Neither one of us slept the rest of the night, and Micah spent the entire night on the toilet. On Sunday morning, I dragged myself out of bed to walk down to the pharmacy to get some meds. I found out that it was closed on Sundays, so I had to get the security to come pick up Micah and take him to the doctor.
To make a long and painful story short, Micah and I ended up terminally sick and without electricity on Sunday. We gave up hope and decided to get a hotel room at the beach hotel. The friendly concierge man found out that we were out of electricity, and managed to save the day by calling up a company in Rosseau. This made him my angel for the day.
It’s now Tuesday night and I’m still sick, but improving. I’m so tired right now that it’s taking every ounce of my strength to type these words.
Since the Mediasite (I’ll explain what that is later) is down, I’ve been forced to study on campus in the library. I spend 14 hours a day in a small cubicle farm, which is referred to as “the icebox” due to the frigid temperature of the room. The cold meds made me hallucinate, and I’m so tired that I can barely see.
There is hope. I have managed to see the humor in my situation. As I sat in the icebox today, I realized how funny it was to be sitting in the middle of a med student farm. It reminded me of the Matrix, with all of the students right beside each other, feeding off of the obscure medical facts that we were force feeding our brains.
I can’t remember when was the last time I shaved my legs, but I know that I’ve never seen my leg hair this long. I have pieces of toilet paper stuffed in my nostrils to stop the flow of snot. I went to the anatomy lab today to check on the status of my cadaver and I think the formaldehyde actually cleared up my sinuses for a bit.
Also, there is a huge pile of grapefruits on my kitchen floor. I’m not sure what my name is, but it might have something to do with the grapefruits.