Monday, September 25, 2006


I have a request for all you Rome girls who are reading this. Please, the next time you see Paul E. (unless it's in church or something), please, please go running up to him screaming "PAUL!! PAUL!!" and jump into his arms and give him a big hug (extra points if you kiss him on the cheek) and tell him it's from me and that I miss him very, very much. And then you have to tell me the exact shade of red that he turns. And tell him I've been torturing freshman and teachers in his absence. :D

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Wierd Dream

The other night I had one of the clearest dreams I've had since freshman year. I think it rivals the one I had before logic class. :P

I had just finished washing my hands, when I noticed by my left thumb there was a spider bite. I realized that it had been there for a few days and the redness surrounding it was spreading throughout my whole hand. Not only that, but there was puss coming out of it. I found Mary B. and said, "Hey Mary, I think I got bit by that brown recluse. I think it's in my room somewhere." Mary looked at my hand and said, "Yea. Yea I think you're right. Um, do you want me to call the doctor? You should probably get a doctor appointment." (Note: There IS a brown recluse living outside my window & it takes, like 8 hours before things start turning black and falling off. If it had been a couple of days, I would be dead. End note.) I agreed that a doctor might be a good idea. But then I thought sometimes it takes awhile to get an appointment. So I said, "Well, you know, maybe it would be better to just go to the emergency room." Mary thought that was a good idea and left.

I sat down and thought about how I could get to the er, as it was a Sunday afternoon and no one was around. (Mary doesn't have a car.) It did cross my mind to call an ambulance, but I thought that was rather extreme for a spider bite. I then remembered that the choir practices on Sunday afternoons and Anthony would probably be around. So I called him up. "Hey Smitha. What are you up to this afternoon? Are you busy?" "Well, right now I'm dropping Dane off, but then I don't really know." "Oh, do you have choir practice this afternoon?" "Um, I might. Why?" "Well, see I got bit by a brown recluse and I was wondering if you could drive me to the emergency room if you didn't have choir practice." "I'll come get you right now!"

Then Anthony and I were in the emergency room. It was the usual emergency room routine. Fill out loads of paper work. Wait. Nurse comes in and says hi then leaves. More waiting. Get moved to a different room because someone else needed mine. Nurse comes back in. Leaves again. More waiting. Finally the doctor comes in, looks at the bite and leaves without saying anything. (That's not so normal.) The nurse came back in and said, "Oh shoot! You waited too long. The poison has spread throughout your arm. We're going to have to cut it off. But don't worry, you're young. It'll grow back." I was really put off and annoyed at the fact that I was going to have to stay in the hospital for a few days while my arm grew back.

And then I woke up. I think I need to stop reading Harry Potter right before I go to bed. (I'd just finished the Chamber of Secrets and I think I got the arm growing back thing from Harry's broken arm and stupid silly face trying to fix it.)

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Everything Looks Better From The Back of a Motorcycle

What I've deemed as "the sickness" has been going around campus. Carducci got it and gave it to me. I still have it, but am sharing with Liz B. For about a week I vainly threw Sudafed, gallons of water, vitiman C, and Theraflu at it. I even took some of Sean's grapefruit seed extract. But once it settled in my chest and sinuses, I descided to readicate the little buggers. So it was off to Martins for antibiotics. Megan volunteered to take me. . . ON THE MOTORCYCLE. Music to my little hobbit ears. It was her first time taking a passanger. We were both a bit nervous, but very quickly we were riding in style with the wind blowing through our ha-helmets. Not quick as glamerous, but much safer.

We made it to Martins in one piece. I got my prescription without too much hastle. (They needed all my information at least twice.) I have to say, I often gripe about my insurance company, because they put up such a stink about paying for the Mayo Clinic. But they are pretty good about some things. Like the antibiotics, for instance, were $117. I paid $25. Althought it does seem very silly to pay someone to pay someone else. If doctors would just charge what their services were worth and not price gouge the masses, insurance companies would be almost obsolete and there would be only a few middle men. But I suppose that means less monies for the doctors, not to mention insurance companies. Heaven forbid they didn't have two houses, three cars and a pool. I mean, that would just be unreasonable. Sorry, there are so many things about doctors that get me on my high horse.

As we rode back to campus, we took an out of the way, 'round about road. It was so beautiful. I've always thought the Shanendoah Valley was gorgeous, but from the back of a bike, oh man. There's nothing like it. We rode through farm land, through woods, over the low water bridge. We went up hills and down them and around curves. Everywhere I looked, I was confronted with vivid green and blue. Oh, it was beautiful. And motorcycles are AWESOME!

Sunday, September 03, 2006


It's been awhile. I'm sorry. Well, I'm back at college, so I suppose I'll go back to my usual school year posting, which is, not so much. Um, so yea. More later.