September 20, 2013

  • Hospital + Feet Hurting + The Weekend

    Yesterday I visited my dad in the hospital. He's been in the hospital for a little while even though the firefighters said that he wouldn't be in there very long. The problem with healthcare professionals and all those people we put our trust in, they can still make mistakes because they are humans. We are all human and we all make mistakes, so it's not very uncommon for a misdiagnosis. I'll never forget when I had a problem with dandruff and all my doctors were just calling it dandruff when one doctor told me that it was actually Sebbhoric Psorasis. Within a week or so, my conditions were better. I still get dandruff but it's not in clumps or scalp irritation. My dad has a big tube that is in his side which, I guess, drains all the liquid that needs to be drained out. It's actually a lot of blood and my initial thought on seeing the device was "man...I bet [my sister] must've freaked out seeing that." When my sister sees blood, she practically passes out. The last time I saw her pass out was when I was like 12 years old and one of the dogs had to be taken to the vet. I remember looking to my left and seeing my sister fall to the floor and I had no idea what was going on.

    I wasn't really excited about going to work yesterday because I've got a popped blister on the back of my heel and it hurts like hell to wear shoes. Yesterday at work, I was almost at the point of tears. It actually hurt worse driving to work which didn't help the fact that there was a lot of traffic and I was about 5-10 minutes late to work. Driving there, I was extremely pissed off because I left around 4:40 PM but had to get gas real quick. Had I left around 4:30, I would've gotten there 30 minutes early. However, this helped me realize that I have to get gas and everything before 4:40 PM or else I'll be late to work. Since I have to leave around traffic time, there is no such thing as "arriving on time." It's either getting there early, or getting there late.

    Before work started, I took some Tylonel to see if it'd help with my foot but I couldn't walk on my foot real well till about half way through. I had a slight limp and I'm not sure anyone noticed. There was a point where I just said "fuck it" and took the pain because I didn't have a choice. After a while, my mind stopped thinking about it and I was able to focus on work again.

    A funny thing though was I just found out that this week was "employee apprecation week." A lot of people have been walking around with coke cans and I just thought that there was a vending machine around here that sells coke cans and people just like Coke. However, I found out that there was a cooler, provided by my job, that was filled with ice and coke and free for all employees; that explains the two pallets full of 20 pack Cokes that I've seen the past week. I wish I had known Monday that I had access to such sweet nectar, but now I'll only be able to enjoy Coke on Friday. Well, that's good enough for me considering today I'll be getting my pay check and I'll be visiting my girlfriend for the weekend.

    There's a couple things I have to do today, no big deal, so I plan on waking up around 11:30 and doing some shit before I go to work. Also, I'm kind of screwing up on my Coke addictions, but Coke tastes so satisfying when you're dehydrated and sweating. Coca-cola makes Gatorade, I believe, which isn't very surprising either.

    That's pretty much what's been going on lately.