It's sad when your mom and aunt have to remind you to update your blog, considering they are probably 2 of 3 people who actually read this. Anyways ladies, this one is for you.
Last weekend Adam, Kory and I went into the city to watch the Spartans take on the Fightin' Irish. At a Jets game Adam and I met the treasurer of the greater NYC MSU Alumni chapter. We found out that fellow MSU alums in the 'big apple' tailgate at central park, then head over to a bar on the upper west side of the city to watch the game together. After a 2 and a half hour journey on the train, PATH and subway we finally made it to central park a half hour before tht game began. We grabbed some "road colas" (mixing them in a telephone booth, with no telephone) and walked over to Blondies. When we arrived about 20 minutes early the bar was already packed and the back room, which is reserved for Spartans, was already full. We only had to wait about 10 minutes and we were seated, cold beers in hand to watch a great game!! The atmosphere at Blondies is the next best thing to being in EL, and you're watching your team, with fellow alums. We had so much fun screaming, cheering and chanting fight songs, I forgot we were in a bar. After the Spartans defeated the Fightin' Irish in overtime we treked back to Hoboken and met up with our very drunk friends at their last stop on an all day barcrawl. It was such a great day... we met new people and actually got out of NJ. I decided that the upper west side is my favorite part of the city, and I can't wait to go back... hopefully this weekend. Ever since I arrived in NJ 4 months ago (I can't believe it's been that long) we either went down to the shore or home for the weekend. I love the fall and it's the perfect opportunity to go exploring in the city, except for the fact that even now it seems every weekend is accounted for. I'm getting very excited to go home for the Michigan game, especially now that we beat ND. My dad is sure that the Spartans are going to pull it off, but you can never be too sure... look at last year. Anyways, it'll be nice to see everyone and my parents. We're going to celebrate my moms and I's birthday on that Sunday... I'm hoping for a BBQ in the backyard (hint hint). It's funny how I miss just being able to walk outside on the deck, or sit on the swing (well, what use to be a swing) in the backyard, and I wish I would have just "stayed at home more" like my mom always encouraged me to do when I was always on the go. Anyways, nothing too exciting to report, just thought I'd update everyone (everyone being my mom, who I speak w/ everyday, and my aunt, who my mom speaks with everyday, therefore there isn't much to update). Oh yeah, and Adam said his parents might be coming to NJ the weekend of my birthday, which will be something else to look forward to! Hope to be updating more often as I should have more time on the weekends.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY
This is a shout out to Lennie and Val on their 25th wedding anniversary. Driving each other crazy for 25 years... wow! Miss you and love you both! Congrats!
What Doesn’t Kill Us, Makes Us Stronger
What a week!!! It's been forever since my last post, but I have not been in the mood or the health to be blogging online. Now that my week from hell is over (lets hope) I can finally put together my thoughts enough to write about it.
It all started about 2 weeks ago, when after weeks of using the air conditioning, I decided to open my windows, and welcome the summer breeze. The 1st night I slept with my window opened I immediately felt like I had a sore throat. Thinking it was just allergies, I decided to ignore the pain in my throat, and continue with the windows open. By Friday, I could barely swallow and decided to go to the doctor. She concluded that it was allergies, and saw NOTHING in my throat. She said that my post nasal drip could have been irritating my throat, and that's what was causing the pain. Although I could barely swallow without pain, I took the Flonase and Clarinex she reccomended and was on my way home for the weekend. I felt miserable on the plane ride to Detroit and the feeling only got worse throughout the weeked. I felt like I was freezing, but had a fever of over 102! We landed into Newark in one piece after what would have been a great weekend if I wasn't so sick! Our good friend Jim was nice enough to pick us up at the airport at 10:30 at night, and bring us back to my place. Adam had to catch a plane the next morning at 6:00, and needed to get to bed ASAP. I drove Adam home and reached the top of my stairs at 11:38pm. Just as I turned the light on, my home phone rang. On the other end was a young voice saying some disgusting things. At first I thought it was a friend of mine screwing around, so I hung up. When the caller called back about 5 times w/ a blocked caller ID, and I realized that none of my friends have my home phone number I began to freak out. I needed Adam in the worst way, and he was at home, without a car! After some coaching from my Aunt Theresa (there is no way in hell I would have called my mother at a time like that, I know better) the area police department came over, and watched me go to my car, so that I could go to Adam's house. I also filed a police report because as Val taught me "you can never be too sure." I arrived into work the next morning with a little over 3 hours of sleep and feeling worse than the previous week. I stayed at Adam's house that night, and went to bed before 8:00 because my fever wasn't going down, and I had an appointment at 11:00 the next morning. I slept like a baby, and woke up feeling just as shitty as when I laid down. I told myself that I would go into work, go to my appointment and head home right after. That morning on my drive to work on Route 46 East I saw brake lights and didn't give myself enough time or space between me and the car in front of me. CRASH. I don't know how it happened, I'm sure that when I got into the accident I must have not been "all there" but everyone was ok, and looking back that's the important thing.
At that moment I wanted my mom and dad more than anything. They've always help me deal w/ whatever problems I've had, which looking back, were not many. I wanted Kendra, or Emily or somebody to lean on, and I had nobody. I sat in my car for a good 30 minutes trying to calm myself, and figure out what to do with my insurance company. The officer finally came up to my car and said "you can go home now" and for a second I almost said "oh yeah, I don't think this car is gonna make it back to Detroit." For the first time I had to accept NJ as my home, and do things on my own.
That afternoon, at my lowest I went back to the Dr's and demanded some antibiotics or something to help me. I had been to the Dr's the previous Friday, and Tuesday, 4 days later, I had weighed almost 10 lbs lighter. I told the Dr. that this was due to the fact that I hadn't eaten in about 4 days b/c I couldn't bear the pain. Anyways, she gave me the antibiotics and I was on my way.
Today, one week later I'm feeling better. I have my appetite back, and I don't have a fever anymore. This "bug" whatever I have is finally almost gone. After being out of work for 3 days, and being in bed at 8:00 everynight, I'm feeling back to my usual self. My car may take up to 2 weeks in the body shop! I've gotten flowers and cards from so many people. I miss everyone so much, and going through this back home would have been 100 times easier, but I made it. I'm a big girl now, I can do things on my own, but I never would have made it without the love of my family and friends.
It all started about 2 weeks ago, when after weeks of using the air conditioning, I decided to open my windows, and welcome the summer breeze. The 1st night I slept with my window opened I immediately felt like I had a sore throat. Thinking it was just allergies, I decided to ignore the pain in my throat, and continue with the windows open. By Friday, I could barely swallow and decided to go to the doctor. She concluded that it was allergies, and saw NOTHING in my throat. She said that my post nasal drip could have been irritating my throat, and that's what was causing the pain. Although I could barely swallow without pain, I took the Flonase and Clarinex she reccomended and was on my way home for the weekend. I felt miserable on the plane ride to Detroit and the feeling only got worse throughout the weeked. I felt like I was freezing, but had a fever of over 102! We landed into Newark in one piece after what would have been a great weekend if I wasn't so sick! Our good friend Jim was nice enough to pick us up at the airport at 10:30 at night, and bring us back to my place. Adam had to catch a plane the next morning at 6:00, and needed to get to bed ASAP. I drove Adam home and reached the top of my stairs at 11:38pm. Just as I turned the light on, my home phone rang. On the other end was a young voice saying some disgusting things. At first I thought it was a friend of mine screwing around, so I hung up. When the caller called back about 5 times w/ a blocked caller ID, and I realized that none of my friends have my home phone number I began to freak out. I needed Adam in the worst way, and he was at home, without a car! After some coaching from my Aunt Theresa (there is no way in hell I would have called my mother at a time like that, I know better) the area police department came over, and watched me go to my car, so that I could go to Adam's house. I also filed a police report because as Val taught me "you can never be too sure." I arrived into work the next morning with a little over 3 hours of sleep and feeling worse than the previous week. I stayed at Adam's house that night, and went to bed before 8:00 because my fever wasn't going down, and I had an appointment at 11:00 the next morning. I slept like a baby, and woke up feeling just as shitty as when I laid down. I told myself that I would go into work, go to my appointment and head home right after. That morning on my drive to work on Route 46 East I saw brake lights and didn't give myself enough time or space between me and the car in front of me. CRASH. I don't know how it happened, I'm sure that when I got into the accident I must have not been "all there" but everyone was ok, and looking back that's the important thing.
At that moment I wanted my mom and dad more than anything. They've always help me deal w/ whatever problems I've had, which looking back, were not many. I wanted Kendra, or Emily or somebody to lean on, and I had nobody. I sat in my car for a good 30 minutes trying to calm myself, and figure out what to do with my insurance company. The officer finally came up to my car and said "you can go home now" and for a second I almost said "oh yeah, I don't think this car is gonna make it back to Detroit." For the first time I had to accept NJ as my home, and do things on my own.
That afternoon, at my lowest I went back to the Dr's and demanded some antibiotics or something to help me. I had been to the Dr's the previous Friday, and Tuesday, 4 days later, I had weighed almost 10 lbs lighter. I told the Dr. that this was due to the fact that I hadn't eaten in about 4 days b/c I couldn't bear the pain. Anyways, she gave me the antibiotics and I was on my way.
Today, one week later I'm feeling better. I have my appetite back, and I don't have a fever anymore. This "bug" whatever I have is finally almost gone. After being out of work for 3 days, and being in bed at 8:00 everynight, I'm feeling back to my usual self. My car may take up to 2 weeks in the body shop! I've gotten flowers and cards from so many people. I miss everyone so much, and going through this back home would have been 100 times easier, but I made it. I'm a big girl now, I can do things on my own, but I never would have made it without the love of my family and friends.
"What do I do when my love is away
Does it worry you to be alone?
How do I feel by the end of the day
Are you sad because you're on your own
No, I get by with a little help from my friends"
~The Beatles
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