Brian Fields

I totally meant to make a post about two weeks ago.

Then I got sick. Really sick.

Around the middle of August, I had a serious appetite loss. The lack of food was giving me headaches at work and when I started forcing myself to eat despite not feeling the slightest bit hungry, little did I know that it wasn’t the end of the problem.

On my birthday, of all days, I went to the docotor because my throat was sore and it hurt to swallow. I got diagnosed with strep throat, was told I had a fever of 100.5, and put on antibiotics. The dco said it would be about 24 hours before I started feeling better and that I should take the night off work because I shouldn’t be around people until I’ve been on the antibiotics for a while.

So I spent my birthday sitting around, miserable, not able to eat and lucky if I could drink more than a few drinks of water without feeling like I was choking. My throat was nice and swollen. I would go to bed and it would take 2 hours to get to sleep, and I would sleep for a whole 30 minutes before waking up and laying there for another two hours… 30 minutes of sleep… repeat. It hurt so bad. The worst part was that my mouth just kept making saliva because my throat was dried out, but I didn’t want to swallow it because it hurt. One night I laid in bed and nearly cried it hurt so much.

Two days later, I felt much, much worse. I could barely talk, I wasn’t able to eat or drink… taking my antibiotics was a struggle. So I went back to the doctor, and this time I was told that I had mono, and it just hadn’t developed enough to tell it was mono.

So to shorten things up, I spent the week of my birthday sitting around feeling like crap. It was the sickest I have ever been, and I wanted to throw a huge party when I managed to eat a piece of toast after having nothing to eat for about 3 days. After going to the doctor a second time, I was given some hydrocodone (vicodin) to help me sleep. It was awesome. Take one, I was out like a light for a good 6 or 7 hours, and it took a good 3 or 4 more before things weren’t all screwy. I can see how people get hooked on this stuff.

But I’m better now, and a fat stack of pancakes has NEVER tasted so freaking good.

Yeah.

In other news, work is quite mundane, gives me no free time and bums me out because I can’t hang out with my friends, but I’m making some good money and I may be able to pay off my car in another couple of months… which still has about 2 years left on the loan.

Not too much more is happening. Once again, not much time to do anything.

So with that said…

See ya.