Get Up, Come On Get Down With The Sickness

So, the song that this blog post shares the name of is not one that I would particularly listen to, but the title stuck out to me this morning. Why's that? Because, I'm on day two of stomach death. I thought that my sickness had left me yesterday, but apparently my stomach wants nothing to do with anything food-like. I have no clue what's wrong with me, unless it's the multitude of pills that I have to take on a daily basis eating away at my innards.

For those of you who don't know, I do take quite a few pills on a daily basis, more so than a person my age should probably be taking. You see, I have two major medical issues. The first one bothers me the least, and that has to do with the pain in my back. Besides an annoying pain problem the entire year long I will also occasionally have week or two week long episodes of just intense pain. This happened three times this past school year. Once before school started that continued into the start of marching band practice, once right before pledge week started, and once in April. Generally the only time I'll feel pain from my back, other than these brief periods of explosive pain, is when I'm standing in one place for about twenty minutes or longer, when I have weight on my back that is over about ten pounds, and whenever I hit the ground or run into something really hard.

So, while the back pain doesn't really offer much need for medication (it's a slipped disk in my back that I've had since pretty close to birth), my keratitis does. What's keratitis you ask? It's an inflamation of the eye, would be the simple definition. What does this mean for Trinity? Well, I have a version called 'herpes simplex keratitis', meaning that the same virus that causes cold sores also causes my keratitis to be active. Oh yeah, and unlike most other keratitis victims, my keratitis isn't on the surface of the cornea, but is instead in the stroma of the cornea. That basically means that I can't just scrape off the infection. It's stuck there. For. My. Entire. Life. Lovely, isn't it? I get cold sores on my eyeballs for the rest of my life. So, in order to counteract this situation I simply have to take a total of six pills a day for this problem alone. Then there's the eye drops, which if you've ever seen me put in you should be able to tell that the eye drops are my least favorite part of this entire ordeal. It's either take all of this, or stop seeing. Oh the choices.

So, enough of my medical issues. So, other than these two things and my apparent stomach bug, I'm in decent health.

I actually don't have much to say in regards to my Sunday. Since I wrote my last post I might have been awake a total of about eight hours. Between me still getting re-acclimated to the climate of Texas (how long is this going to take?), my stomach killing me, and my sleep pattern being off anyways, I haven't been awake much. What I have done while awake is try and eat and hold things down, study a bit from Hurt: Inside the World of Today's Teenagers, and talk to a few people who are up WAY too early in the morning. I've also had a slight side quest of getting worried about a friend who called late last night and I didn't answer the phone, but since she hasn't called me or texted me about anything else I'm not sure if the problem subsided or if I should just consider myself a jerk. Not a clue.

Anyways, sorry for the short post, but I'm sure that some of you really hate reading the longer ones. My bad. My goals for today are to stay awake long enough for something to happen (I'm hoping for a call about internship interviews today), to take out the cat boxes (there is actually sunlight outside today!), and to finish reading at least to chapter two of Hurt. I hope that everybody has a good day, or at least a better one than I had yesterday. Audios.

Ooh ah ah ah ah!

P.S.-The Naked Archaeologist angers me so much! Why do people even watch his stupidity? America needs to be educated in history properly so that shows like his don't exist anymore. Maybe we should teach our children like the colonials did....hmm...