Hospitalization

Last night, I suddenly got an extremely bad headache. It wasn't like any other headache I've ever had. It felt as though someone had jammed a sharp object (like a pen or pencil) through my eye socket (sort of above my left eye and into my head) and was rotating it around. There was also an area above this around my left temple that felt hot and hurt as well. The pain was so bad that I began to get nauseated. I almost threw up several times, which is a rare thing for me to do. After about a half an hour, I was sitting on my bathroom floor sobbing. Diego and my granmda took me to the emergency room. I really felt bad about this, because last night was Diego's first softball game, and he had to miss it. I didn't even know if what I was experiencing was anything about which we should be worried.

When we got to the hospital, they took me into a room and took my blood pressure. They also asked me a bunch of questions. I was then led into a room, told to undress, and to lie down. This was way different than my past hospital experiences. I remember when I was younger, I had a fever of 104 or something, with chills. They made me sit in the ER wait room for over two hours. By the time I saw a doctor, my fever had already died down, and I'm sure that I lost a few million brain cells. Anyways, I waited in the room. The doctor came in and asked me some questions. Shortly after, another nurse came in and administered a shot in my butt. My nausea when away instantly, and my headache was reduced dramatically. They took me in for a catscan, which was interesting, because I've never had one of those done before. I couldn't get my cartilage ring out, so they said that would affect the results some. Oh, I also had a fun wheelchair ride to and from the catscan area.

After all this, my results came back negative. They gave me some narcotics, in case the headache came back, and sent me on my merry way. They also gave me some information on "cluster headaches." I've never heard of these before, but they are associated with neurological disorders and strokes. I hope I don't have the former. Well, I hope I don't have the latter either, but I don't want to be crazy (though some say I already am).

It was an interesting evening, to say the least...

PCN

Tonight is Parent Conference Night at school. I'm kinda dreading the whole thing. I don't want to stay here until 7pm. Plus, there's a new OC on tonight, and I don't want to miss it. :)

It shouldn't be that bad though. I have a really good idea of how each of my students are doing and how they will be progressing. I know how they are from last semester. This time around, I'm not going to be so nice. Last semester I kept telling the parents, "it's still early. They can still pull up the grade." Well, this time, I'm going to be totally straight. I'll say that their son/daughter didn't turn around last semester, so yeah, there's definitely a reason to worry.

The major problem I'm going to face is the language issue. I don't speak Spanish (well, not enough to actually talk to parents. Playing around with friends is one thing. Communicating with adults is another). I wanted Diego to be a translator for me tonight, but he doesn't know if he can come or not. They may have him help another teacher, and he hasn't yet seen the person he's to ask. I recruited one of my students yesterday. I offered him credit, but he only wanted Jack in the Box. This guy is crazy for Jack. We'll see. He might now make it, though, and I'm scared that I'll be left with nobody to help me. Leaving the translating up to the student is frustrating and dangerous. They never say everything they are supposed to. Oh well, we'll see what happens, I guess.

Errands at the Beach

I've been feeling a bit anxious lately. I don't know why. I feel bored with my life, like I'm not doing anything interesting. I spent the entire weekend (almost) grading, since grades were due this morning. Tonight, in order to help allay these feelings, Diego asked me to go to the beach.

Before we went, I wanted to run a few errands. I wanted to buy some stuff for my classroom (like Valentine's Day decorations, etc.). We went to Target and Big Logs, but neither store had anything of interest. Afterwards, we went to Marshalls, because my grandma said she saw a paring knife she wanted. However, I didn't see a knife that fit this description, so that was just a waste of time.

Diego and I drove to the beach. We always go to this little area in Long Beach. We went there the first night we starting seeing each other again. I don't know if it's technically one of our "spots," but it's definitely somewhere we seem to go a lot. We haven't been there in awhile, though.

Right in front of the area, there was this house for sale. They had a sign up, along with some flyers. Diego ran across the street and got my one. Man, the house is selling for going on three million dollars. It's 7000 square feet (or more, I can't remember. I'm not sure if that was the entire lot, or just the house itself). It has 6 bedrooms and 6 bathrooms. The backyard/courtyard is so pretty. I want to live there. *sigh* I keep thinking "one day," but I'll probably never get the chance to own such an expensive piece of property. Oh the other hand, I don't really need a 3 millioni dollar home. A person can get a similar house for cheaper, as long as it's not directly on a beach bluff. But living in such a place would be nice....