Tuesday, June 7, 2005
Google Tech
As some people might know, I'd consider myself a Google whore. I just posted the picture below using my Blogger account (Blogger is a Google-owned thing), Picasa (another Google-owned thing), and Hello (a service brought to you by Picasa brought to you by Google). I've been using Picasa for a little while now but just decided to sign up for a Hello account that allowed me to bypass uploading that pic to the ftp site, write the code to put a border around it, go into Blogger, and publish my post. All in all it was an easy enough process. This might be old news to some, but for me, I thought it was pretty cool. Hire me, Google. I'll be faithful.
Manly Manicures
I was perusing photos from my trip to the Philippines a little while ago and came across this one. I thought it was funny. So maybe it's a little gay that my mom had me get a manicure (and pedicure, too) but I did and decided to take a picture. I think this picture is funny because in the background, you can see that my brother is checking out his nails, too. Because he just got a manicure also. Haha.
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Health
So I haven't blogged about my pneumonia ordeal yet even though it happened about two weeks ago. I figured I should blog it before I forget about it.
Anyway, so earlier in the week (Tuesday, May 24), I woke up feeling like a fever was about to happen. You ever have one of those? Where you're not totally sick but you feel like you're gonna be sick soon? Anyway, I woke up with super dry mouth and feeling like a fever was gonna happen. I shrugged it off, took some Advil, and went to dinner for my parents' offical 25th wedding anniversary. Early at dinner, I was freezing and feeling sick. Then it got hot and I started sweating and feeling better. That night, I figured I was good.
The next day was normal. I didn't feel horrible, but I didn't feel right either. I just felt in a weird state.
Then on Thursday, May 26, my brother and I went to pick up chairs and tables that we needed for our parents' 25th Anniversary party that was going on at our house the same weekend. I felt fine lifting chairs and tables except it was weird because when I had to spit, I spit out some bloody phlegm. Weird. Shrugged it off and kept on truckin'.
Later that night I decided to take a nap around 8ish because I was pooped (the night before I slept at like 5 AM working on a slide show we were putting together for my parents). I couldn't get to sleep. I had planned on taking an hour long nap but while lying there I was freezing. I bundled up and that's when my toes and fingers started to go numb. This is the point where my doctor says I started hyperventilating. Still freezing, I got up and informed my parents that it was freezing and they should turn up the heat. And that my toes and fingers were numb. So they took me to the hospital.
We got to the hospital around 9:45PM. I came in wearing wool socks, sweats, a hoodie, a beanie, and a blanket. The security guard looked at me like "What the f**k?" but asked "Does he need a wheel chair?" I said I could walk so I went to go sit down. Later my mom brought me a wheel chair so I could go see the nurse briefly to see if I needed any immediate attention. He just took my temperature (102.6 at the time) and had me take off the beanie, hoodie, and blanket. It was freakin' cold.
Two hours pass and I'm finally able to... register. At registration I told the nurse my symptoms, got another temperature reading (103.1), and got my bracelet. Then went back to my seat. The nurse initially thinks its Tuberculosis. What the heck? Hm... When was the last time I had a TB shot? Been awhile I guess.
So another hour or so passes and I finally get brought in to see a doctor. He says he thinks its pneumonia, does what doctors do, and then another nurse hooks me up to an IV. Pooped, I think I fall asleep.
After I finish up that IV, I go to take some X-Rays. After that, I go back to the room I was in and get hooked up to another IV. I fall asleep again.
After finishing up that IV, I'm released with various instructions. My temperature dropped to around normal and all is well. I get to go home and look at the clock and read 7AM. I don't think that I've ever stayed at the hospital that long. Except maybe when I was born.
Fun stuff. And if you've read this far, thank you for taking concern in my health.
Anyway, so earlier in the week (Tuesday, May 24), I woke up feeling like a fever was about to happen. You ever have one of those? Where you're not totally sick but you feel like you're gonna be sick soon? Anyway, I woke up with super dry mouth and feeling like a fever was gonna happen. I shrugged it off, took some Advil, and went to dinner for my parents' offical 25th wedding anniversary. Early at dinner, I was freezing and feeling sick. Then it got hot and I started sweating and feeling better. That night, I figured I was good.
The next day was normal. I didn't feel horrible, but I didn't feel right either. I just felt in a weird state.
Then on Thursday, May 26, my brother and I went to pick up chairs and tables that we needed for our parents' 25th Anniversary party that was going on at our house the same weekend. I felt fine lifting chairs and tables except it was weird because when I had to spit, I spit out some bloody phlegm. Weird. Shrugged it off and kept on truckin'.
Later that night I decided to take a nap around 8ish because I was pooped (the night before I slept at like 5 AM working on a slide show we were putting together for my parents). I couldn't get to sleep. I had planned on taking an hour long nap but while lying there I was freezing. I bundled up and that's when my toes and fingers started to go numb. This is the point where my doctor says I started hyperventilating. Still freezing, I got up and informed my parents that it was freezing and they should turn up the heat. And that my toes and fingers were numb. So they took me to the hospital.
We got to the hospital around 9:45PM. I came in wearing wool socks, sweats, a hoodie, a beanie, and a blanket. The security guard looked at me like "What the f**k?" but asked "Does he need a wheel chair?" I said I could walk so I went to go sit down. Later my mom brought me a wheel chair so I could go see the nurse briefly to see if I needed any immediate attention. He just took my temperature (102.6 at the time) and had me take off the beanie, hoodie, and blanket. It was freakin' cold.
Two hours pass and I'm finally able to... register. At registration I told the nurse my symptoms, got another temperature reading (103.1), and got my bracelet. Then went back to my seat. The nurse initially thinks its Tuberculosis. What the heck? Hm... When was the last time I had a TB shot? Been awhile I guess.
So another hour or so passes and I finally get brought in to see a doctor. He says he thinks its pneumonia, does what doctors do, and then another nurse hooks me up to an IV. Pooped, I think I fall asleep.
After I finish up that IV, I go to take some X-Rays. After that, I go back to the room I was in and get hooked up to another IV. I fall asleep again.
After finishing up that IV, I'm released with various instructions. My temperature dropped to around normal and all is well. I get to go home and look at the clock and read 7AM. I don't think that I've ever stayed at the hospital that long. Except maybe when I was born.
Fun stuff. And if you've read this far, thank you for taking concern in my health.
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