Binary Tuberculosis

I woke up out of breath around 5am this morning. Why? I had turned to get on my side while sleeping… it effing hurt. After I calmed down a little, I took about a minute and half to get out of bed ever so gently, grabbed two pills of ibuprofen, and gulped them down with some water (I am extremely grateful to my strange need to always have some water available on my desk nearby).

Woke up again around 9am, I guess the ibuprofen wore off. I’m not a fan of ingesting medicine (call it a fear of building up a tolerance, same reason I try not to ingest much caffeine) so I haven’t taken any more. I probably will, because just standing up is a huge effort. Maybe just one pill if it gets too bad.

Gawd, I feel like an old man.

Needless to say my trip today is canceled. I feel bad because I was supposed to give two of my friends a ride to NY too, they now have to make other arrangements, most likely Greyhound or the Fung Wah.

I’m going to be spending the entire long weekend in front of the TV, a book, or the monitor, which is fine by me.

Maybe I’ll ring up some of my doctor friends for some free medical advice. Do you think that’s rude? They’re friends right, they wouldn’t care. Hell, I ping Letters all the time for legal advice, he doesn’t give a shit (do you Letters?). Ironic since my sister is a lawyer. I know I wouldn’t care if people called me up for any Bioinformatics or Computer Science questions, I sure as hell know I average about one free consultation a week from my friends about tech advice.

Tags: body, travel