I don't do "sick" well.

I hate being sick.  I will say that I manage it more tolerably than most, but in my head I'm thinking "wahhhhhhh siiiiiiiiiick waaaahhhhhhhhhh" the entire time.

Today I am sickly, but it is entirely my own fault.  I have all the joys of illness, without the pleasure of infecting others with my plague.

If you're in healthcare, you know that there are many shots involved when you being your schooling.  Today was the day that I conquered my vaccinations.  I got all four that I needed, at once, in one arm.  You might be thinking, as my friends have, "why all four in one day?"  Well, my physical for the program is tomorrow, and I want things out of the way for it.  And I figured that if I'm going to have some adverse reaction to my vaccinations (distinct possibility, given that I didn't get my 2nd MMR as a kid because I had such a super-sick reaction to it), I might as well get it done once rather than spread it throughout several weeks of misery.

My current symptoms are:

Fever
Headache
Swollen glands
Nausea

Pretty good so far.

So to alleviate my symptoms, I decided to go to the bar and drink some beer.  Totally worked, bros.  Does it adhere to any sort of diet?  No.  But I like beer.  So there.

BIRTHDAY ERMAHGERD

So the bundt cakes are made (delicious!), the pizza dough is warming (mmm, doughy), and I'm just sitting here waiting out the next hour before people start arriving.

Realistically, I am the only one of my friends able to adhere to any sort of schedule, so actually expecting anyone to be here at 1 pm seems overly optimistic.  But hey.  Maybe this year is the year that people show up on time.

It's not even my birthday, too.  That's the best part.  My birthday is really in June, but it was hot and I was really sad about not getting accepted into my allied health program (note to self: explain that next).  So I didn't have a birthday party.  However, my lovely friends, who  love my costume parties apparently, hassled me until I set a date in September.  It is not incredibly hot, and I am not sad anymore because I got into my program.  So, party.

I guess that I still have to take a shower, but I am mostly done.  I cleaned my messy, girl-filled bathroom so it's no longer a sea of bobby pins and rubber bands for my hair.  I even put my hair dryer away, and used those amazing Clorox wipes to make sure everything looked nice.

Add +4 to Responsible.  (What character trait would that be?  Charisma?  Cleaning is definitely dexterity...maybe it's...ok I am over thinking this stop.  I'll see my DM today anyway, he'll know.)

Things that will be excellent about today:

Friends.
Food.
Costumes (it's a costume party, btdubs).
My hair (seriously, it's a great hair day today).

My millionth blog.

I am not a prolific writer, unless you count the blogging I do in my brain.  My house is littered with half full diaries, their contents full of sporadic entries spanning years.  They are lost, forgotten, replaced, and rediscovered.  I am a phoenix of procrastination.

The same is largely true with my blogs.  I think this might be my seventh blog in fifteen years.  My first blog was awful.  I was in middle school, blogs had just been born in a user friendly format, and I was depressed and largely misunderstood by my peers.  So I blogged.  Prolifically.  Painfully.  God it was awful.

Since then, I've attempted to capture my inner genius several times.  I'm seriously a funny person, my friends tell me.  So I think "Hey man, I know words and shit.  Let's get this blogging party started."  And then something else comes along and I, predictably as it seems to be with  my generation, get distracted and move on to something else.

BUT NO MORE.  THE PROVERBIAL BUCK STOPS HERE.  I AM FUNNY, DENIZENS OF THE INTERNET. 

And more importantly, I guess, is that I have a purpose now.  Not only do I need A Hobby to keep myself from being bored and keep on task with school, I have school.  And not just any school, no.  I have gone Back To School, as it seems that many people are doing. 

I'm going to school now to become an allied health professional who is not a nurse.  Respect to the nurses out there, but I would not be able to do your job with any amount of joy, let alone sanity.  What I've realized, as a too-close-to-thirty-something, is that many of us going into this general field are not healthy ourselves.  We're expected to be able to motivate our patients to stop smoking, lose the weight, eat less bacon, to stop being abusive to ourselves.  Then I come out of my medical terminology class to see my classmates lighting up, getting hotdogs (delicious, delicious hotdogs), being unable to sit in regular (admittedly tiny and annoying) desks.  We're supposed to be better than this.  We're supposed to know better.  The worst part of it is that we do, but we're fragile human beings at the whim of our own vices and temptations.

Well, personally, I'm kind of over it.  Thankfully I'm not a smoker, and I've successfully passed my drug test to the surprise of no one.  But man, food.  I love food.  That's not to say that I live exclusively off of McDonald's and donuts, but I love food.  I love ramen, bul go gi, tacos, froyo, you freaking name it and I will probably like it.  I don't think that my core issue is quality, but it is definitely quantity.

So what is this blog?  I don't know yet.  I do know that I should lose around 100 lbs (about 45 kg, to the rest of the world that doesn't fear change).  I do know that I'm in the first semester of a two year program.  I know that last year (this ain't my first rodeo, kids), I lost about 25 lbs in three months, largely due to exercise and fanatical calorie counting (myfitnesspal.com, people).  So I know my methodology, and I know that I can probably maybe due this if I eat...less...ramen...ugh.  God I love ramen.

But first I have to go grocery shopping for my pizza and bundt cake filled birthday party tomorrow.

I know.  Great timing for an inspirational blog post.

Toodles.