Good Things and Bad Things
Good things first: I made nearly $400 this weekend. This is esp. great because it’s the first money that’s gone into my bank account in three months. I spent Saturday bartending at what I hope is the last Chgo street fair of the season because it’s getting cold out there, folks. But we made HEAPS of money. I also saw Urge Overkill play - aging punks and their fans are a bit… lame.
And then today I went to training for my CPS tutoring program. Seriously, I thought of a dozen ways to kill myself to end the maddening boredom of coroprate modivational speakers. First off, the training started at 7am, which meant I had to get up for 5:30. And when did we finish? That’s right 5:30pm. 10 and 1/2 hours of people explaining things that even the low achieveing students I’m meant to be tutoring could understand without aid. So instead I made childish remarks with a mother of three for the entire time. A bit immature, but necessary. There is nothing like trying to beat a roomfull of Chicago Public School teachers to the brownie table - things can get pretty ugly.
Ugly - just like my neck which is experiencing a bit of wierdness. See I’ve been having this weird feeling in the back of my throat like the space behind my nose is all swollen making it a bit hard to swallow. I needed to go into the doc anyhow, so I asked her to check it out. Not being prone to overdiagnosis of antibiotics, she sent me off with assurances that my body could fight it and told me to come back if it didn’t go away. That was Friday. Last night (Sat) I got home after the bar and went to brush my teeth. Somehow, unbenounced to me, the glands under my jaw have swelled to the size of golf balls. These aren’t the normal ones that you feel to see if you’re getting a cold; these are glands with which I have had no previous interaction, and so far it’s not been pleasant.
So my neck looks all puffy and I kind of can’t stick my tounge out. Strangely, the original probelm has gone away and I actually feel better than before, except for the tesitical sized protusions coming out of my neck. I kind of look like one of those stress things from the 80s that you squeeze and the ears pop out. But with neck glands.
I bought myself an avacado burrito and an horchata, but it’s not made me feel any better. I guess I could say that my body just seems to be trying to entertain me with the bizarreness of this affliction. But it’s kind of like when a cat brings you a present - it’s a nice thought, but the mouse blood is still staining the carpet.
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