apparently...

spitting up blood does not worry medical people
i got unceremoniously shuffled from the emergency room
half an hour south (on the bus) to my fastlege (think PCP)
who listened to my lungs and tested my blood (all inside of twenty minutes)
and prescribed antibiotics and a cough syrup that contains morphine
i have started the antibiotics but will not even pick up the morphine

everyone around me will be drunk this weekend because it is national day and my flatmate's birthday
i thought i would join in a little but not with antibiotics in me
it'll be just like old times and recent times

i am going to turn in my semester paper as good enough
because it is actually far beyond good enough
i looked at some from last year
the source pages are dreadful
one gal just listed two sources: a book and "internett"
yes -- just "internett"
INTERNETT!!!!

it is worth noting that i was never really panicked through this
i might have been a little more freaked out in boston without health insurance
but maybe it just wasn't intense enough (even though one of the gobs i spit up while walking down to the hospital was surprisingly large and ruddy)
nothing is really intense any more except some moments of despair and despondency
even orange juice squeezed from the faux chic press i dumpstered last night is not measuring high -- isn't that supposed to be an undeniably enjoyable or at least intensely fresh thing?
let's blame the quality of the oranges