I've been a little remiss. You would too, if you'd been experiencing the JOY I have.
Okay, apparently, I was supposed to take it easy after I got the abortion. Instead, I went to practice on Saturday, as usual. Of course, Dirk was careful to carry everything, and let me take rests whenever I wanted. I wasn't really feeling that bad on Saturday....my body waited a while before punishing me.
On Sunday, the aftereffects started showing up. I got pretty bad cramps, that were controllable by some regular painkillers. Dirk and I went to Classic Axe, under the assumption that Dirk was getting himself a new pickguard. I don't think he intended to get one at all. When he came out of the guitar shop, he was incredibly pleased with himself. I'm not going to push my luck, but I think he's finally getting me the bass head that he'd promised me. He kept saying that he'd gotten me an "expensive sparkly". At least Dirk knows the important things in life--buying me presents.
After we got back from Classic Axe, I started getting the shivers. I was running a pretty high fever. I laid down for about two hours, and the fever was mostly gone, so I went out again. (This is a pretty good example of how well I take care of myself). I was a little woozy, but driving okay. I picked up Dirk, then stopped by Katie's to meet her new man. He seemed to have an actual personality, although he was a bit overly critical about my relationship with Dirk. However, I'm under the impression that he's been in a lot of really nasty relationships, so he's a bit...cynical. I liked him, I think. I wasn't exactly at my best, because I was woozy and still running a low-grade fever, so I'm sure he thinks I'm an incredibly self-conscious lush.
Then, my fever got worse. Instead of going home, I went over to Dirk's and let him take care of me. I took a nice, long nap until about 11:00, then went home and went to sleep.
I spent most of Monday really dizzy. The fever was gone, but I was weak and sick as hell. I missed a psych test, and I'm not sure how to go about explaining what was wrong with me.
On Monday night, I got NO sleep. The cramps hurt horribly, but nothing made them go away...so I didn't work on Tuesday. I picked Dirk up, and he took care of me. Same with Wednesday, except my parents came home early and I had to get him home. Plus, we had several fights, because the abortion has made my temper more unpredictable than usual lately.
This isn't the deeply philisophical endeavor I was hoping for. Sorry.
At any rate, I'm going to Rhode Island, to visit some family friends. No, this isn't by choice. I'm being dragged. I'll be back on Sunday.
Maybe I'll right a better entry to stave off boredom while I'm there.