It is now 12:22 am Newfoundland time and I have been in the bathroom for four hours. Normally I hate being in the bathroom, but when I'm barfing every thirty minutes, I thought it would be safer to stay here than try and keep running back and forth from my room. How am I typing this in the bathroom? Well after about two hours people started to notice that I hadn't come out and came to check on me. I kept saying I didn't need anything but I adventually asked for some bread, pills and my computer. I am now fully set up in the bathroom.
Now there are many people here who think that I should go to the hospital and get a shot because I have been vomiting for four hours. Of course for those who know what happens when I get a serious stomach flu know that it's not a big deal. I have barfed for an entire night before and then been far better the next day. Though I'm thinking of going to the doctor's and getting a sick note for my lab tomorrow. The smell of the chemistry building always makes me a little sick, I can only imagine what will happen if I go as I am now. Then again they would believe that I was deathly ill.... Hmmmm..
Well, I was bored and in the bathroom so I decided to write. I really have nothing so say. On the bright side I have been able to keep down a piece of bread for a half hour so I may be able to go to bed!!! A nice warm comfortable bed sounds really nice. It is now almost 1am and I really don't want to be here any more. Strangely the atmosphere does not bother me but the fact that I am vomiting, despite my nearly non-existent gag reflex really bothers me. I wonder if it's some sort of problem with pride? hat could be it.
So off to bed to hopefully get some sleep and not come to the bathroom for at least three hours. Nighty Night!! Or is it Morning?
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Playing Catch-up
Well, it seems that life has successfully gotten in the way of updating this blog. It has also caused me to fall behind in my courses. Between ridiculously loud house parties and the flu my life has not gone as well as I had hoped.
When living in residence there are two things that are guaranteed. The first is that there will be parties that will keep you up at least half the night, and the second is you will get extremely ill at least once. It just so happens that both occurred to me in the same week. I still can't decided which of the two was the worst. I'll fully admit that the constant vomiting and diarrhea for a week due to the flu was terrible, but the parties just might be a bit worse. Of course for people who like parties life here is great, but I don't like to party. In fact I would rather jump off the top of a six story building than party and drink every night. Unfortunately because I don't party there are many who think that I am fun to pick on. By pick on I mean that they bang on my door while they are naked trying to get me to come out and party. Now, there are many problems with their idea of bullying.
The funniest thing about the thought process of these would-be bullies is that they think that I am sleeping and can't hear them. This most recent time the party was literally directly outside my room. I may like my sleep, but not even I am capable of sleeping while there is a house party booming outside my door. Of course there is the little thing about me having ears that actually work. No matter how quiet they think they are, they are a bunch of drunk guys, so not really all the quiet....ever. Then there's the fact that they don't know my name, which is just rude. If you are going to insult someone and especially if you are planning to torment some one the least you can so is learn their name. Another thing is the tactic they are using to get me to come out of my room. Throwing things at the door, banging on the door, yelling obscene things, and trying to open the door are not exactly the best ways to make me want to come out and join the party.
All of this just goes to show that I don't fit in here. I have also realized this past week that I REALLY need to live off campus. Too much more of this and not only will my grades drop to the very bottom but I may just lose my mind. However, I believe that I can stick it out until April, it's just six months until my freedom. Until then I'll just have to keep quiet and try to sleep whenever possible. If all else fails, I do wake up at 6am and I can buy air horns, hopefully no one will bother me after that.
When living in residence there are two things that are guaranteed. The first is that there will be parties that will keep you up at least half the night, and the second is you will get extremely ill at least once. It just so happens that both occurred to me in the same week. I still can't decided which of the two was the worst. I'll fully admit that the constant vomiting and diarrhea for a week due to the flu was terrible, but the parties just might be a bit worse. Of course for people who like parties life here is great, but I don't like to party. In fact I would rather jump off the top of a six story building than party and drink every night. Unfortunately because I don't party there are many who think that I am fun to pick on. By pick on I mean that they bang on my door while they are naked trying to get me to come out and party. Now, there are many problems with their idea of bullying.
The funniest thing about the thought process of these would-be bullies is that they think that I am sleeping and can't hear them. This most recent time the party was literally directly outside my room. I may like my sleep, but not even I am capable of sleeping while there is a house party booming outside my door. Of course there is the little thing about me having ears that actually work. No matter how quiet they think they are, they are a bunch of drunk guys, so not really all the quiet....ever. Then there's the fact that they don't know my name, which is just rude. If you are going to insult someone and especially if you are planning to torment some one the least you can so is learn their name. Another thing is the tactic they are using to get me to come out of my room. Throwing things at the door, banging on the door, yelling obscene things, and trying to open the door are not exactly the best ways to make me want to come out and join the party.
All of this just goes to show that I don't fit in here. I have also realized this past week that I REALLY need to live off campus. Too much more of this and not only will my grades drop to the very bottom but I may just lose my mind. However, I believe that I can stick it out until April, it's just six months until my freedom. Until then I'll just have to keep quiet and try to sleep whenever possible. If all else fails, I do wake up at 6am and I can buy air horns, hopefully no one will bother me after that.
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