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Nov. 1st, 2004 11:20 amThis weekend? This weekend was interesting. Saturday... Saturday I went to my dad's coworker's flyball competition, which was totally awesome, and now I know what I'll be doing someday when I'm middle aged... Basically, you're on teams of four, each of you has a dog, and it's kind of a relay race for dogs. They have to jump hurdles to get to a thing they have to hit for a ball, and then they have to go back jumping the hurdles. My dad's coworker's team had the fastest dogs. There were all kinds of dogs. They were mostly, oh, what's that breed, the black and white sheepdogs seen on "Babe..." whatever they're called, but there were also some Jack Russells, and some definite hound dogs, and a Boxer, and a Sheltie, and-- best of all-- someone brought a Yorkie. You should have seen that ball of fluff jump those hurtles. Crazy!
Then, that night, I was sick. Again. God. I wish I knew what was wrong so I could fix it.
Sunday I went to the Sunday School Class of Pomposity and nearly feel asleep, then I found out I was an LEM [Lay Eucharistic Minister... we read the readings and the psalms, and then we help the priest with the chalice at Communion]so there was that added stress... Something about having to stand and read something I'm not familiar with in front of at least 200 or so people just makes me nervous, somehow. Crazy, right? After reading, my hands were shaking so badly I couldn't hold my hymnal. I should have taken that as a warning sign. But did I? Nope. So later on, during the service, I started to feel... dizzy. Then things all got a bit clearer... I was noticing things I had never noticed before. Like I was seeing everything clearly at the same time, able to focus on anything. Then I had what felt to me like a seizure, but was apparently my sinuses draining... okay. Right. My vision blurred, I couldn't hear anything, and I couldn't stand up. I came so close to passing out that... well... I nearly passed out. So I had to sit out Communion. I sat there, watching Father Walters do my job, clutching my little ammonia packet, and feeling like a first class loser. Oh, well... Father Wisnewski made me feel better by telling me about this one time he had to vault over the alter rail mid-Communion to keep from throwing up all over his congregation. Hee...
So Mom and Dad went with Danny and me on our Trick-Or-Treating outing. It was a lot of fun. Some random cat took up with us two houses in and followed us for the rest of the night. We told Danny it was because he was Puss in Boots, the Don Juan of Cats. That was his costume, by the way. So cute. So every house we went to, the cat came along and watched over Danny as he made his way from door to door, sometimes even dashing into the houses. He also… did unsanitary things to people’s lawns if we stopped for too long. We had to pick him up whenever we crossed the street, so that he wouldn’t be hit by cars. He would meow loudly and irritatedly at us if we separated. He’d also jump at random things… shadows, lights, plants, that one thing that rustled in the bushes and ran off… finally we had to run into my grandmother’s house and leave him meowing angrily at the door. Turns out he lives five houses down from her, but he’s always taking up with other families… Another trick-or-treating fun thing… so Danny goes up to this house with a woman sitting on the porch. As soon as she sees him, she runs into the back of the house, yelling “TRICKORTREATERSTRICKORTREATERS!” Silence. Then, a youngish guy runs to the door screaming “TRICKORTREATERS OMG!” He tells Danny to “hold on, there’s gotta be candy in here somewhere.” Dad and I come up with some possibilities as to the location of said candy, and decide, due to his general demeanor, that any candy found will most definitely be put in the “suspicious candy” pile. So he shows up with two bottles of bottled water. Bottled. Water. No joke. “Here, man, it’s healthy for you and all-natural.” Dad and I are dying on this guy’s lawn. The guy calls out “Happy Halloween, man.” And as we leave, another excited person comes running up. “TRICKORTREATERS! TRICKORTREATERS??? DID I MISS THEM? I LOVE HALLOWEEN!” We’re not going to touch the water. Yeah, it’s sealed, yeah it looks okay, but… no.
And now I’m more worried than ever about what happened health-wise this weekend. I’m so used to being randomly sick that I don’t really think about it anymore—like that month-long fever last semester that no one ever could diagnose, but Robyn sounded worried… and now I’m worried as well. What can I do, though? Really? I’m sick so often that if I go to Pri-Med they automatically x-ray my lungs. How sad is it that I’m desperately hoping this is just my asthma getting worse, and not… other things? So that’s another fun thing for this week.
Then, that night, I was sick. Again. God. I wish I knew what was wrong so I could fix it.
Sunday I went to the Sunday School Class of Pomposity and nearly feel asleep, then I found out I was an LEM [Lay Eucharistic Minister... we read the readings and the psalms, and then we help the priest with the chalice at Communion]so there was that added stress... Something about having to stand and read something I'm not familiar with in front of at least 200 or so people just makes me nervous, somehow. Crazy, right? After reading, my hands were shaking so badly I couldn't hold my hymnal. I should have taken that as a warning sign. But did I? Nope. So later on, during the service, I started to feel... dizzy. Then things all got a bit clearer... I was noticing things I had never noticed before. Like I was seeing everything clearly at the same time, able to focus on anything. Then I had what felt to me like a seizure, but was apparently my sinuses draining... okay. Right. My vision blurred, I couldn't hear anything, and I couldn't stand up. I came so close to passing out that... well... I nearly passed out. So I had to sit out Communion. I sat there, watching Father Walters do my job, clutching my little ammonia packet, and feeling like a first class loser. Oh, well... Father Wisnewski made me feel better by telling me about this one time he had to vault over the alter rail mid-Communion to keep from throwing up all over his congregation. Hee...
So Mom and Dad went with Danny and me on our Trick-Or-Treating outing. It was a lot of fun. Some random cat took up with us two houses in and followed us for the rest of the night. We told Danny it was because he was Puss in Boots, the Don Juan of Cats. That was his costume, by the way. So cute. So every house we went to, the cat came along and watched over Danny as he made his way from door to door, sometimes even dashing into the houses. He also… did unsanitary things to people’s lawns if we stopped for too long. We had to pick him up whenever we crossed the street, so that he wouldn’t be hit by cars. He would meow loudly and irritatedly at us if we separated. He’d also jump at random things… shadows, lights, plants, that one thing that rustled in the bushes and ran off… finally we had to run into my grandmother’s house and leave him meowing angrily at the door. Turns out he lives five houses down from her, but he’s always taking up with other families… Another trick-or-treating fun thing… so Danny goes up to this house with a woman sitting on the porch. As soon as she sees him, she runs into the back of the house, yelling “TRICKORTREATERSTRICKORTREATERS!” Silence. Then, a youngish guy runs to the door screaming “TRICKORTREATERS OMG!” He tells Danny to “hold on, there’s gotta be candy in here somewhere.” Dad and I come up with some possibilities as to the location of said candy, and decide, due to his general demeanor, that any candy found will most definitely be put in the “suspicious candy” pile. So he shows up with two bottles of bottled water. Bottled. Water. No joke. “Here, man, it’s healthy for you and all-natural.” Dad and I are dying on this guy’s lawn. The guy calls out “Happy Halloween, man.” And as we leave, another excited person comes running up. “TRICKORTREATERS! TRICKORTREATERS??? DID I MISS THEM? I LOVE HALLOWEEN!” We’re not going to touch the water. Yeah, it’s sealed, yeah it looks okay, but… no.
And now I’m more worried than ever about what happened health-wise this weekend. I’m so used to being randomly sick that I don’t really think about it anymore—like that month-long fever last semester that no one ever could diagnose, but Robyn sounded worried… and now I’m worried as well. What can I do, though? Really? I’m sick so often that if I go to Pri-Med they automatically x-ray my lungs. How sad is it that I’m desperately hoping this is just my asthma getting worse, and not… other things? So that’s another fun thing for this week.
