Thursday, May 28, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Spring = Raging Hormones
Initially I was merely noticing how much more forward and aggressive the guys are at clubs and bars, but now I can place myself in that category as well.
Living in the Pacific Northwest really seems to amplify raging springtime hormones because of how incredibly dark and dreary the winters are. I'm just glad I'm not trying to take random guys home with me.
Living in the Pacific Northwest really seems to amplify raging springtime hormones because of how incredibly dark and dreary the winters are. I'm just glad I'm not trying to take random guys home with me.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Scared Shitless
So this past weekend was quite eventful. And not in a good way (for the most part). I was awakened at 7am Saturday morning by Alex bursting into my room saying, "I need you to take me to the doctor today" at various volumes. Virginia, who had naturally been curled up asleep next to me, started growling and barking at Alex with her hackles raised, due to how erratically he was behaving. Being the innately loving sister I am, I groggily replied, "I can't. I have to work today." Then he mumbled, "Water. I need water" and began to stumble out of my room. I finally opened my eyes enough to get a good look at him. He was drenched in sweat and whiter than a corpse. As I started to get out of bed I heard a loud thump on the kitchen floor, and went in to find him just regaining consciousness, exclaiming, "Why am I on the floor?!"
At that point I informed him that we were going to the E.R. I ducked into the bathroom as we were leaving, and the floor was covered in urine. He was so delirious he couldn't even decipher where the toilet was.
Once at the E.R. the staff quarantined him due to the possibility of his having Swine Flu. He and all the doctors and nurses had to wear really thick masks. In fact, I was the only one not wearing a mask, as I'd already been exposed to whatever he had. It was kind of like this:
Alex tested negative for flu, so the cause was determined to be a particularly nasty viral infection.
Six hours and three liters of intravenous fluid later he was finally stable enough with a low enough fever to be discharged, but had to remain in bed under constant surveillance for at least the next 24 hours. My dear mother flew up from Boise, which ended up being an enormous help to both of us. She was amazing.
Anyway, Alex has been steadily improving but is definitely not at 100% yet. And I now have some major leverage to pull with Alex after this scary-as-shit incident. I've already warned him that next time he is a slob and whines like a little bitch when I ask him to clean up his messes I can remind him that I cleaned up his urine.
P.S. During the course of the weekend my mother expressed her desire for me to find my dad and her an herbal "hookup" next time I'm in Boise (!!!!). I never thought I would see this day. My parents totally rule.
At that point I informed him that we were going to the E.R. I ducked into the bathroom as we were leaving, and the floor was covered in urine. He was so delirious he couldn't even decipher where the toilet was.
Once at the E.R. the staff quarantined him due to the possibility of his having Swine Flu. He and all the doctors and nurses had to wear really thick masks. In fact, I was the only one not wearing a mask, as I'd already been exposed to whatever he had. It was kind of like this:
Alex tested negative for flu, so the cause was determined to be a particularly nasty viral infection.
Six hours and three liters of intravenous fluid later he was finally stable enough with a low enough fever to be discharged, but had to remain in bed under constant surveillance for at least the next 24 hours. My dear mother flew up from Boise, which ended up being an enormous help to both of us. She was amazing.
Anyway, Alex has been steadily improving but is definitely not at 100% yet. And I now have some major leverage to pull with Alex after this scary-as-shit incident. I've already warned him that next time he is a slob and whines like a little bitch when I ask him to clean up his messes I can remind him that I cleaned up his urine.
P.S. During the course of the weekend my mother expressed her desire for me to find my dad and her an herbal "hookup" next time I'm in Boise (!!!!). I never thought I would see this day. My parents totally rule.
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