So, I have Marfan Syndrome. It isn’t dangerous at all, basically it means that my connective tissue is weak, thus causing me to be tall, thin, and flexible. My brother has it too. Ha, as a side note, my doctor is Dracula. He is old with slick black hair, pronounced canines, and an Eastern European accent. The weirdest part was being almost-naked, having all my bones poked and prodded at. I have to go back on Thursday to get my results. And that damn nurse from Quest in Rye Brook missed twice trying to draw out blood.

I got a B+ on my American Places I midterm. Hooray for me.

I wonder if I hurt my ovary again. Seriously, last night, I thought I was going to die. There was a period of time where I was in such absolute and utter pain that I actually couldn’t speak or move. If I have to go to the Emergency Room one more time, I will scream. Let’s see: I can hydrate myself and rest without paying $75 a pop and risking being labelled “uninsurable”. I think I may have popped a cyst because it was about two inches below and one inch to the right of my navel. That would be the approximate area, right? It’s not my kidneys (too high) or my bladder (too low), so what would it be?

I could really go for some wine right about now. Maybe with a Brie and Bacon sandiwch.

I hope Rich does well on Saturday and Thursday. He’s going to be such a good lawyer; I know it. Either way, I’ll be proud of him. I’m so happy to have him, and when I get to introduce him to others as “the f word”, I get so giddy. I’ll love him for ever, I swear it.

My dad is now a member of the Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Society. Like that doesn’t put me in a totally cultural crisis.

As a side note, please pray for Father Andy (my local pastor). He has prostate cancer.

This library is so depressing. At least two familar faces walked by, E and the Cute Girl. E was on a mission, and the Cute Girl is with a study group.

“And she slurs, ‘no no, just one more’, and one turns in to four. And the fourth drink instict is taking over and the gentleman is leading her towards the door…”

12:00 a.m.-5:30 a.m., Fri. 19 Oct 2007 –> Wake up with excruciating pain. Go to White Plains Hospital Center (WPHC) with Richard. Mum and dad come to see me. Get called in. Get urinalysis, bloodwork, more urinalysis, CT scan, saline/Levaquin/codine drip. I have a mild infection. Am perscribed Levaquin oral and Motrin 600mg. Go home.

6:00-9:30 a.m., Fri. 19 Oct 2007 –> Eat Vienna Wafers and Yoo-Hoo (in a glass bottle!) out of the vending machine. Sleep. Pain still present.

9:30-10:00 a.m., Fri. 19 Oct 2007 –> Recieve a call from mum saying that Dr. Bregman (an ER doctor) saw that the results from yesterday are inconclusive and appendicits may be present. Call Dr. Bregman, am asked to come in for a new CT scan with contrast.

10:30 a.m.-5:30 p.m., Fri. 19 Oct 2007 –> Go back to WPHC with Richard. Meet dad there. Go into ER and are forced to drink two pints of Barium Sulfate in mixed berry. I chug a dixie cup full and proceed to go into the bathroom to vomit. I am given a saline/Zofran IV, a urinalysis, and a CBC. Two hours later, the Barium Sulfate is gone and I await a CT scan. Go for CT scan. Results show that appendicitis is not present, but instead a large cyst rupture on my ovary. Am later released.

6:00 p.m.-9:30 p.m., Fri. 19 Oct 2007 –> Go home, do laundry, eat dinner, call the parents, pack, and sleep.

20 Oct. 2007 – Go to the parents’ house by 8:00 a.m., eat breakfast, drive to Franklin, eat lunch, go to Sharon Springs to see the Hotel Adler (which is victim to treasure hunters), Imperial Baths (they had the sulphur and magnesium faucets running and people were drinking out of them), and do some shopping. Go back. Read. Eat dinner. Go to Cooperstown for the Halloween Event at the Farmhouse Museum. Come back. Eat dinner. Sleep.

21 Oct. 2007 –> Get up. Eat breakfast. Shower. Pack. Drive home (sleep). Dinner. Back to Mville. Homework. Call parents. Homework. Blogging.

Yeah, life is eventful under me. As a side note, Apple Cider from Sharon Springs is really good because of its high sulphur content.

This weekend I went to Geneseo, NY (about an hour south of Rochester) to drive Rich’s sister, Melissa, up to SUNY Geneseo so she can see her boyfriend. It was a long drive up Friday afternoon, but I actually got to go through Pennsylvania for about five minutes. I’ve never been to Pennsylvania before. Kelly, I’ve got a question for you since you’re busy in Pennsylvania reviving Insulin Schock Therapy and all: what do you know about the Guthrie Clinic? There are a lot of signs for it, but I couldn’t see it from the road. I’m guessing it has something to do with epilepsy since Woody Guthrie (you know, the “This Land is Your Land” guy?) spent time at Greystone (in New Jersey…now beautifully abandoned and apparently haunted but you can never really trust the people in Weird NJ. That’s a tangent for a later date). Anyways, I got up there Friday night and Rich and I went to Wal-Mart. People in Wal-Mart (and later, Wegman’s) up there are really dumb. We were like “where do we eat?” and the cashier goes “try the Country Club two miles down the road”. So we go, and now, when I think Country Club I think of pink and green and Long Island Iced Teas. Nope, it was one shack (and quite literally, shack) for golf balls and another shack for snacks. Yeah. We ended up in a crappy Chinese buffet, but it wasn’t too expensive.
Saturday went like this: get up, eat breakfast, shower, eat at Denny’s (my request), nap, eat at Pizza Hut, go back, sleep. Yeah, I have a heavy chest (and now head) cold and I feel like crap. I can barely breathe. I think a hot, steamy shower is in order after this to open up my lungs.
Sunday was easy. Get up, eat breakfast, get dressed, pack, and head back. We stopped by to see mumsie and daddy on the way back. Then Lynn (Rich’s mum) came to get Melissa and we all went out for Sushi in Mamaroneck. Then Rich got me a Frosty (Oh yeah, I kicked and screamed to get one). I love that boy.
Anyways, how about that shower?

Minus all the spandex.

Seriously, since Tuesday, Richard has seen me through a trip to the Emergency Room (which I promise that I will explain once I get some time on my hands), the gynecologist’s office, the gastroenterologist’s office, a terrible endoscopy/biopsy (once again, I promise to explain), and my perfectly pupils-constricted anesthesia high (which concluded with my deduction that I shall never ever ever inject heroin into my veins because it just doesn’t sound pleasant). AND he’s volunteered to move me in on Sunday. AND he’s helping me pack up to go back to college. Really, can I ask for anything more?

 Okay, maybe extra cuddles. Maybe.

The rain patters,
The sidewalk splashes,
Worms crawl into the meat of music,
As the sky is an embrace,
Inside the ribcages of cold stone and marble.

We run,
Coverless and naked,
Under the soft turf,
The perfect green that is a river,
As we are straightjacketed by Dadaist clouds overhead.

Take me inside,
Keep me safe and warm,
Strip me of what is unessecary,
Kiss me,
For words are merely gasps for air,
And touch becomes the universal language.
Speak in these new tongues,
Make it sound like praying,
And resonate like a chorus.

Let us encompass each other in skin and blankets,
And never let go.
Let me be yours forever,
And let me love you over and over again,
Even when the clouds have passed.

Soft summer breezes,
A kiss on my cheek,
Porcelain and tear-stained,
Despite this memorable heat.

Two sweaty bodies merge in this afternoon,
This is our siesta,
Let us enjoy this.
Let us enjoy this boyish roughousing
That reminds me of a time when I was younger.
When the daisies were actually white,
And the air smelled clean,
And the dirt was my only stain,
And the sky shone,
The blue of a robin’s egg.

I thought those days were gone for a while,
And that life was a harsh, gray, New York reality.
I was trapped,
Stuck between a crib and a coffin,
Unable to sleep.

But with one of your kisses,
From the tenderest lips,
The world changed.
Your sweet eyes,
And tender carresses,
Made my childhood come back again,
Restoring life into the most dried-up hopes,
And polishing the stars as a guide for me.

And all I can wish now,
All I can pray for,
Is another day,
Another moment in your precious arms,
Another kiss from the reddest lips,
Another soft blush.
Another day to turn into the longest nights.

Dear Diary,

 Today I realized that I am blessed to have the greatest man on Earth in my life. Actually, this isn’t a matter of epiphanies, wheras I have known this. It’s just something that blows me away every day. Everyday, I wake up, I take my phone out (my text messaging rates must be so high by now) and I say “wow, Richard K. Vazquez II is in love with me! He chose me!” I often wonder why he chose me out of all the girls an amazing man like him can have.

I feel needy a lot of the time. Just this night, I broke down in tears because I don’t feel pretty anymore. I feel like a bloated mess with oily hair and greasy skin. And to make it worse, this pain won’t stop. But he was there, by my side, whispering in my ear that I was beautiful. He always makes sure I have a big smile on my face before he leaves for the evening. Then, as he was driving, he sent me a text with the words “ur beautiful”. And of course, this made me cry again, but they were tears of sheer joy. I am so happy, and I am lucky that Richard is not only my lover, but my bestest friend in the entire world.

Are we growing up?
Or just going down?
It’s just a matter of time
Until we’re all found out.
Take your tears, put them on ice.
‘Cause I swear I’d burn this city down to show you the light…

Okay, so I am back from Long Island (finally…and I must admit that I do really miss the place) and I am finishing getting ready so that I can be up and at ‘em in six hours to get ready to head down to the New York Historical Society for some good old fasioned dorkiness reenacting. Good news: The General is coming. And this is good, being that it’s our anniversary (two months of dating) and all. He looks damn good in kit. Anyways, come and see me, and wish me luck, as I’m sure that I will be saying that some ill-behaved children need a good case of the Woodshed Treatment.

 P.S. – Admission is free if you wear red, white, and blue. Otherwise it’s $10.

I am currently staying in Sag Harbor for another twenty-four hours because my babycakes has a terrible case of the stomach flu. Let’s hope that he feels better.

Okay, I have oficially determined that all those from The Hamptons are escapees from Pilgrim State Hospital. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be this much stupidity. Case in point: Yesterday, The General and I were at the Princess Diner in Southampton. The waitress comes up to us and doesn’t even bother to make small talk. She’s like “what do you want?” and that’s it. The General says water and I say club soda. I get my club soda ASAP, with a lemon in it (to prevent scurvy, of course) but The General has to ask four more times, and finally gets it. Then, the stupidity continues.

An older man and his wife were going to get the senior citizens’ special which comes with either coffee or tea. The man goes, “can I have iced tea with that?” and the woman goes “no”. He goes “I’ll pay extra” and the woman still says “no”. Okay, a man is willing to pay extra and you refuse him? Good business move, lady. Good business move. Finally, the manager comes out and is like “okay, waitress, this isn’t that hard. Put some tea on ice!” Really. Not that hard. And the waitress continues her pattern of unfriendliness (this seemed to be the status quo among the wait staff there) for the rest of the meal. Let’s just say that she got a whopping $1.10 for a tip. I wish they gave coupons for lobotomies and electroshock therapy. I would have left a bunch with her.

Otherwise, the diner food was good and apparently the service there is warmer. And most people from Long Island really aren’t insane. I promise.