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    It's Not Mono.  echo $newRAM;
    added Mon September 22 2003 at 11:25 PM
    last week, I was worried about the possibility of having mono. Well, it's not mono.

    If you have never heard of pleurisy before, don't worry, cause neither have I. The good news is that I don't think it's really contageous. Bad news is the extreme pain that I was in earlier today. Somehow I did manage to make it to the urgent care at the student health center. It's interesting to compare this visit with my visit to the same people on the 11th (thursday before last). I did still have to sit and wait in the lobby for a couple minutes, but I guess that I was looking pretty bad, because they took me straight back and had me lay down while they took my vitals (heart rate, blood pressure, temperature, etc).

    The memory of specifics of the visit is very rapidly fading (very convenient memory), but I do remember one point feeling the tears streaming down and pooling in my ears. If I had been more actively interested in what was going on around me, I would have found it very fascinating when they were taking an "EKG" (I think that's what they called it). With all the monitor equipment I'm sure I looked like a scene from ER. Not one of those gross bloody scenes, rather the one where the guy is lying on his deathbed with all the cords attached to his body. And let me tell ya... there were moments when I was hoping that it would be my deathbed.

    Tylenol with Codeine is a beautiful invention. Of coures, it didn't kick in right away. But as I lay there on the white paper bedcover, my breathing slowly became a little less painful. Eventually I even fell asleep. I think I woke up about an hour later. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, even tylenol with codeine. I'm pretty sure based on the way I felt when I woke up that it wasn't an unusual noise nor a person entering the room that woke me up. Already, I couldn't breathe in more than half way.

    The doctor visit wouldn't have taken nearly so long, if there hadn't been some sort of trouble in the lab. somehow all my labwork got held up, so I was literally there for over 4 hours. I missed all my afternoon classes.

    Besides a very long doctor visit, what exactly does this mean? It means that I don't exert myself physically. Physical exertions includes anything in the category of "moving." (Un)fortunately, I've never been one to lay in bed all day. This definition has, accordingly, been somewhat modified to "moving faster than molasses." I'm not sure exactly how fast molasses moves (I don't even know how to spell it, you might notice), but anything that requires me to breath deeply is absolutely out of the question. It's not that I can't ever breathe deeply... right now I can manage just fine. It's just that as soon as I *need* to breathe deeply, I can't do it, and must slow down or take very shallow breaths.

    In short, about one third of my life right now is accompanied by pain. Half my life should be spent sleeping... I'm shooting for about a third. The final third is spent trying to think clearly through the fog of tiredness and good pain killers. But it's not mono, and should (hopefully) only last a week or two.