Everywhere I go

This weekend killed me, even though I was already dying.

I started feeling slightly icky on Thursday, I spent the day not going to class and slept for the duration of the day.  Friday I made myself go to Japanese, then to my one on one, and then the infamous gyno exam.  I was feeling achey and sore but I still exherted myself a little to much.

On Saturday I woke up feeling ok but as the day progressed I suddenly found myself feeling weak, achey, and overall like I needed to die.

But I couldn't die.

Because my parents and Grandpa were coming.

 
We picked up Mom and Dad and went on campus for a wild goose chase.

So here is something awesome.  One of my distant realitives on my Grandpa's (Mom's) side was one of the first graduates from the University of Oregon and he became a very prominent judge.  His name was Robert Sharp Bean.

The Bean complex is actually named after him.

But apprently there is a plaque somewhere and we tried to find it.  We even bugged the people at the libray but they had no idea what we were talking about.

We also found the name Bean (and Whitehall) stamped into the concrete in front of McArthur court.

After all of the runing around we went to Starbucks and got some coffee.  With the rest of the money Grandpa gave me I went to the book store to get a U of O hoodie and an tshirt that says 'Oregon Girls Rock'.  After that we went to Trader Joes and Grandpa bought me a bottle of 2 Buck Chuck XD.

When they left I pretty much crashed.  I was so dead and done with living.

I took Monday off to go to the health center where much awesomeness (...NOT) occured.

I go see the doctor, coughing every five mintutes and going the pace of adilpated mollasas.  Dr. Surlock exams me but she is still unsure of what I have.  I've had this violent cough for at least 2 weeks, and I had a 101.5 fever and this worries her.  She suggests that I get my blood taken for tests and a chest X-Ray.

I get both done.  Hooray.

I see Aaron Renner and we chat for a little bit.

I get called back after she looks at my chest X-Ray and blood test results.  The X-Ray is normal.  But my blood test shows that my red blood cell count is lower than it should be.  So I have to get another blood test after I get better.  She asked me if I wanted cough medicine with Codine and I said "Maybe..." in a meek voice.  I think she laughed but I can't remember.

The Pahrmacist (named Gregg) was the only person at the Health Center that said my name right XD.

I slept for the rest of the day.  Went over to Aaron's to watch Heroes (<3).  And came back home.

Fucking ressies making thumping, crashing noises at 1 am.  I dragged myself out of bed to investigate, but to no avial there was nothing.

I went to back to bed.  Woke up at 10 am and felt much better.   I am still feeling a little weak and off kilter, but I can feel myself starting to get better.