Hey guys, how has everyone been?

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I sadly didn't get the opportunity to work more days during the week, but I'm looking forward to my trip to Michigan soon.
 
I had a rather interesting morning at work. I went through a dizzy spell. Luckily I worked in a place full of people in the medical field and I'm didn't faint, so I'm alright. What sucks was that I had no choice to reschedule my appointment to Red Cross to donate some blood. I was really looking forward to donating blood to help people today so this was rather disappointing. At the bright side, I learned a couple of health facts on dizziness and just worked a few hours, so its better then missing a whole day.
 
I'm like 85% sure that I got a sty in my inner lower eyelid. It hurts when I blink or close my eyes but it also starts to hurt if I don't blink. I'm starting to theorize that it's due to a new facial lotion and primer that I've been using that stings my face and somehow got in my eye. If it's still this bad by tomorrow then I'm going to the doctor's.
 
I'm like 85% sure that I got a sty in my inner lower eyelid. It hurts when I blink or close my eyes but it also starts to hurt if I don't blink. I'm starting to theorize that it's due to a new facial lotion and primer that I've been using that stings my face and somehow got in my eye. If it's still this bad by tomorrow then I'm going to the doctor's.

I used to get them when I was younger. In the meantime, can you try warm/hot compresses? Unfortunately there's no easy way to make them disappear overnight but putting on compresses helped me at least a little.
 
Where abouts? Somewhere nice, I hope.

My grandparents on my Dad's side of the family own a summer house up in Twin Lakes, Michigan. We've been going up there annually for about 5 years now, though I remember visiting the place when I was much younger. They plan on making it their home after my grandmother retires.
 
Went to the doctor today due to back/shoulder/chest pain. I've pulled out a pectoral muscle and injuried my rotator cuff.
 
Decent day I have been having. I'm suppose to register for college classes but that won't happen today due to technical problems my college is having. Now I have to wait for an email to give me a new day and time to register for classes.
 
Might end up powerleveling a bit, but I've got something I need to get off my chest and don't feel right posting it on facebook. I'm in my late twenties, and started using the internet semi-regularly when I was about fourteen, kinda on the tail-end of the geocities/angelfire days.

I made a friend back then, probably one of the first exclusively online friendships I'd ever had, and certainly the most enduring. We'd shoot the shit on aim, talk about random gems we'd find on limewire and make fun of shitty fanfics (because I was an enormous faggot that was into stuff like that at the time). We sorta fell out of contact for a period of time towards the end of high school, but I found him on facebook shortly after graduating and we started talking again. All in all, we knew each other for a little over a decade, and I honestly can't call to mind even one unpleasant memory, he was super easy-going, pretty tech-savvy (certainly more than I am), an all around good guy that you always liked hearing from. He wasn't especially active on facebook, and while he'd occasionally comment on a status and I'd sometimes shoot him a pm, going for weeks and even months without hearing from him was sorta par for the course. It wasn't until earlier today that I sat down and thought "shit, I haven't heard from Nate in a while." and so I pop over to his page and lo and behold, I found out he died back in December. He was twenty nine years old.

Now I'm just sitting here feeling like shit that I got so wrapped up in my own business that I couldn't even take a second to realize that this really good, old friend of mine has been dead for over six months. It's weird, I'm at a stage in my life where death, when it happens, is almost always unceremonious. It can't be much of anything else for people my age, and yet when it happens, I find myself feeling the most fucked up over the perceived spontaneity of it.

I really want to leave something on his wall, but I don't think I should. I don't know who I'd be doing it for. Nate's dead, I don't know any of his friends. I don't know his parents, I only know that he was their only child and they're (obviously) devastated by his loss. I feel like leaving something, irrespective of how nicely written or heartfelt it may be, would just look attention whorish this long after the fact and even barring that, I'm sure it'd make trying to cope more difficult.

That being considered, I'm just gonna leave this one post about it here, where I figure it won't do much good, but won't do much harm, either.If you'd like for this post to have some value, hit up an old friend that you haven't heard from in awhile.

Here's looking at you, Nate

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I'd say I'm going to miss you, but in a way I already have.
 
I took Mr. Multiples out to one of our favorite "nice dinner" haunts that does local sausage, local brews, different stuff every day. I lost five pounds from the flu last week (could spare it, at least) so it was some of the most I've eaten/drank in a while.

Apparently I was drunk enough to fall up the street on the way back because I have a hell of a skinned knee. There's a gnarly bump under the whole surface and it looks like a goddamn pepperoni.

I'm bummed because now I can't get back into the gym until it starts healing up :(

At least dinner was great.
 
I dunno why, but I just watched that fucking gangnam style video again. Apparently its third anniversary was two days ago? It's always a little weird to watch what's basically a time capsule artifact like that.
 
My birthday was yesterday. I had to work but I had the two days before it off so that was pleasant. But an hour ago we received a call. My grandfather just died.
We knew he was bad off. He ended up oxygen deprived for a bit and started acting crazy. Like, he tried to escape the hospital twice by chewing through his IVs kind of crazy. But it seemed like he was calming down and stuff over the past week. But then he just stopped eating. And now he's gone. I'm just kind of numb right now from it...it'll probably really hit me tomorrow.
Happy birthday to me, (:_(
 
I got married on Saturday. Our church was full to bursting.
 
I got married on Saturday. Our church was full to bursting.

Congratulations!

OT: Well earlier today, I thought my little dog ran away. I looked all over the house for her and checked under all the chairs. When things started to look grim, suddenly she came out from underneath one of the sofas. According to my dad, she apparently now likes to climb into the recline-able furniture and sleep in there.

I was kinda pissed at her because I was worried she ran away. But everything is fine now.
 
I donated blood near my workplace. I feel really happy. I also find out that I been healthy lately going by the mini physical exam, which is good to know. Been feeling more positive lately.
 
Shitty. I have ice cream though, and I plan on eating as much as I can. Trade one form of self abuse for the other. That's what it's all about.

Wish I had some alcohol instead. I'm sick of feeling like this.
 
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