I have been having major sinus issues since December of last year (2007). I've had congestion, loss of taste and loss of smell. Luckily there was no pain, as I've heard that's a symptom of a sinus infection.
I tried to suck it up and hope that things would clear themselves up, but 4 months later, NO DICE. My co-worker actually scared me into going to the doctor jokingly suggesting it might be a brain tumor. He had a personal story that I won't recount that lended credibility to his claim (no one ended up with a brain tumor, don't worry), so I proceed to make an appointment online.
Today I went to the doctor and got some prescription meds. He gave me an antibiotic in case there was any infection , gave me Flonase and told me to take Mucinex (I bought the generic) and use saline nose spray rinses.
It seems like every time I go to this doctor he gives me drugs. This is the 3rd or 4th prescription he's written for me in 2.5 years. I was about to ask him for some Modafinil to increase my productivity at work!
Just kidding.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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A few years back i beat the crap out of a big fat homeless woman who attacked me for no reason in a phonebooth downtown in broad daylight. she was high on something and demanded the phone and tried to kick me in the balls when i told her "no." so i'm trying to hold her off for at least a few seconds, she's swinging at me, kicking me in the shins, and i'm trapped IN the phonebooth. so finally i smacked her in the face (a bit harder than i meant to actually) and she fell backwards and hit her head on the pavement. when the cops came they found like $500 worth of crystal meth on her (thats a LOT of meth).
if it wasn't for another guy who saw the whole thing who took my side as a witness, i probably wouldve been charged because all the other witnesses were self-righteous feminist morons.
to this day i have no regrets. bitch deserved it, and women should really beware-- you try to kick a guy in the balls, you deserve a smack in the face. Period.
Friday, March 28, 2008
A Message
I was on the freeway driving home and behind a tan Nissan pathfinder. On the back window a message in green wax pencil was written: "VAGINA!!!"
Hilarious.
Hilarious.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Stress
Starting to feel stressed out at work again. Work piles up, I put stuff off. Relax... Relax... Relax...
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Sunny @ Starbucks
Just got back from my local Starbucks. "Local" is a relative term when referring to Starbucks, because if you're like most people I know your "local" Starbucks could be any of the 5 that are within a 3 mile radius of your location. I went to the Starbucks that's located 5 minutes from my house, as opposed to the Starbucks that are 7 minutes, 7 minutes, 10 minutes and 15 minutes from my house.
I had made up my mind before I had even stepped into the joint that I was going to buy a New York Times newspaper. Not necessarily just to read, but I also use newspaper to cover the bathroom counter and sink when I cut my hair and I am planning on cutting my hair this weekend.
I noticed that Starbucks is offering a Honey Frappucino. Coffee & Honey aren't necessarily two flavors I think complement each other. I asked the girl at the register how long they've been offering this new frappucino and she offered, "About a month." About a month too long in my opinion.
I was slightly tempted to sample the Honey Frap, but I didn't for 2 reasons:
Medium Grande size.
The weather is fantastic here in Roseville today so I decided to take my coffee and newspaper outside to enjoy the weather. Joining me were the male-female couple who were in front of me in line. I don't really mean "joining me" in the sense that we all sat together and spent time together, we just both happened to want to enjoy our coffees outside.
The male-female couple consisted of a white male in his 50's and a white female in her 50's. Ethnic and cultural diversity is not really to be found in Roseville, so coming across a white couple in their 50's is as easy to find as it is to find air to breathe.
The couple seemed to be friends who hadn't spoke in awhile based on the content of their conversation. Quite frankly their conversation was not very interesting (sunglasses, iPods, meth addicts breaking in someone's house, blah blah blah).
About 10 minutes into reading my newspaper and enjoying my Java Chip Frap we were joined by a local bum. I really don't like using that word, but that's the best word I can use to describe him for someone who wasn't there. Not a bum in the sense that he was a "Lazy Bum" (I have no idea or desire to try and gauge his level of industriousness), not a bum in the sense that he was pushing a shopping cart full of all his earthly possessions (a "Homeless Bum," although he could well be homeless, who knows?), more of a "Hobo" without the train to illegally hop across the country.
He was dressed in slate gray corduroy pants, a tan corduroy long sleeved jacket, black shoes and black socks. He had salt & pepper graying hair and leathery wrinkled skin, obviously weathered by the elements. He may have been a bum/hobo, but he had enough money to be smoking cigarettes and to buy a coffee.
I read through the entire "A" section of the NY Times, finished my coffee and got up to leave. The boring male-female couple had got up to leave a few minutes before I did, but I would find them in the parking lot on the way out to my car. They were hugging on each other like they were more than casual acquaintances and kissed each other on the lips so who really knows what the hell I was witnessing?
I had made up my mind before I had even stepped into the joint that I was going to buy a New York Times newspaper. Not necessarily just to read, but I also use newspaper to cover the bathroom counter and sink when I cut my hair and I am planning on cutting my hair this weekend.
I noticed that Starbucks is offering a Honey Frappucino. Coffee & Honey aren't necessarily two flavors I think complement each other. I asked the girl at the register how long they've been offering this new frappucino and she offered, "About a month." About a month too long in my opinion.
I was slightly tempted to sample the Honey Frap, but I didn't for 2 reasons:
- I didn't want to waste my money on something I knew I wouldn't like. Trying something new just for the sake of it is something I like to do, but not if I know I'm not going to like it.
- Because of my sinus problems I can't taste anything. Again, it would be a waste of money.
The weather is fantastic here in Roseville today so I decided to take my coffee and newspaper outside to enjoy the weather. Joining me were the male-female couple who were in front of me in line. I don't really mean "joining me" in the sense that we all sat together and spent time together, we just both happened to want to enjoy our coffees outside.
The male-female couple consisted of a white male in his 50's and a white female in her 50's. Ethnic and cultural diversity is not really to be found in Roseville, so coming across a white couple in their 50's is as easy to find as it is to find air to breathe.
The couple seemed to be friends who hadn't spoke in awhile based on the content of their conversation. Quite frankly their conversation was not very interesting (sunglasses, iPods, meth addicts breaking in someone's house, blah blah blah).
About 10 minutes into reading my newspaper and enjoying my Java Chip Frap we were joined by a local bum. I really don't like using that word, but that's the best word I can use to describe him for someone who wasn't there. Not a bum in the sense that he was a "Lazy Bum" (I have no idea or desire to try and gauge his level of industriousness), not a bum in the sense that he was pushing a shopping cart full of all his earthly possessions (a "Homeless Bum," although he could well be homeless, who knows?), more of a "Hobo" without the train to illegally hop across the country.
He was dressed in slate gray corduroy pants, a tan corduroy long sleeved jacket, black shoes and black socks. He had salt & pepper graying hair and leathery wrinkled skin, obviously weathered by the elements. He may have been a bum/hobo, but he had enough money to be smoking cigarettes and to buy a coffee.
I read through the entire "A" section of the NY Times, finished my coffee and got up to leave. The boring male-female couple had got up to leave a few minutes before I did, but I would find them in the parking lot on the way out to my car. They were hugging on each other like they were more than casual acquaintances and kissed each other on the lips so who really knows what the hell I was witnessing?
Friday, March 21, 2008
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