1/25/2004 02:28:18 PM|||Travis||| Two weeks!?!
Wow, thats a while. Lots of crap has happened, but I am not in such a great mood because of this damn headache and strep infection which is part of the nice story of my last two weeks.
Last weekend I went up to San Fransisco on a whim, to see two great DJ's- Gabriel and Dresden. I hadn't heard of them before, and while they were no Oakenfold, they didn know how to blow the roof off of a club. Highlights of the night included my friend getting busted for smoking weed in the smoke room, getting asked to leave, and then getting off by bribing the bouncer 20 bucks. That was sweet because we all thought he was going to get thrown out and it was going to be a huge hassle, and it wasn't. So we were cool.
Later on in the night, around 3 or 4 am we busted out joint number 2 in the middle of the dance floor. This worked out much better, as there was no security there and noone from stopping us. It was nice, but there were too many randoms that wanted a hit. I think one of them might have contaimentated the joint with strep, but I could also be mistaken. I might have gottent that from a girl I took home from 634 on the Thursday previous, who knows. At any rate, joint number 2 was consumed in the middle of the dance while some serious beats coursed through the room.
We then proceded to drive to Berkeley where Yon showed us some of the cooler stuff on pirated satalite TV. The best was Japanese boxing, which had some lenient rules and always seemed to have the fighters land those punches that really made you cringe. I swear, one guy was punched so hard that he forgot who his mama was. But thats normal.
I think it was Wednesday that the Strep started to really take over my throat. It came on with a fever, and at first I didn't think anything of it (which is why I then passed it onto my frined... sorry Jamie!). But then it got worse and worse. By Wednesday night, talking hurt pretty bad. Thursday morning was met with no sleep and lots of unrest. Finally, at 7 am I couldn't take it anymore and went to the doc. Apparently what I had was a "peritonsillar Abscess" aka a huge fucking lump of puss in your throat. It was so bad that I couldn't talk, and swallowing was like I had my mouth around a knife. A pretty nurse helped the pain by pumping me full of antibiotics and calling me love all the time. I don't know which helped more.
Finally the doc stuffed a syringe in my throat and sucked out all the puss in a "drainage" operation. It immidiately made me feel better, and once I got home I felt so great that I went out and ran for a couple miles.
Don't know where that energy went. Now I have a headache and don't want to move.
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