This thought disturbs me, and I’m afraid to say it.

But I need to.

I think I might be too old for LAN parties.

*shudder*

*cough*

*hack*

_pain!_

Yup, I’m sick again. There’s a shock. Something about not taking my zinc I suspect…

Third LAN party in a row I’ve gotten sick after. The LAN party ended on Monday. On Tuesday I woke up with weird gurgling crap in my lungs. By Thursday I was starting my days by throwing up the slime I’d swallowed the night before. Friday afternoon was spent having a fever for a good 8 or 9 hours.

And now I’m up, trying to allow my girlfriend, who has to get up for a meeting tomorrow morning, to get some sleep. At first she was being very sweet, understanding, and supportive. By the time I got up, she was trying not to whine everytime I coughed. And really, there’s three other rooms I can easily be as miserable in without disturbing her.

What I should have done was gone over to Mom’s house, and if I hadn’t have been so sick, I’d be there now.

my mother called me this afternoon. It took me a while to get the message… I was home, sleeping, and heard the phone ring, but it had melded into my fever dreams. When I was finally able to comprehend that the beeping MEANT something, I checked my messages to find out that my mother was having severe dizzy spells, to the point of being unable to move or see, at work, and that she needed help to get home.

When I called her back, she was still at work, and had spoken to the Kaiser advice nurse, who was %99 sure it wasn’t a stroke because she didn’t have all the symptoms, and that her co worker had gone to get a dramamine like substance for her.

These are, if you’ll recall, the same people who misdiagnosed, and prevented my father from getting proper treatment.

She wanted me to come follow her while she drove home to make sure she got there.

I got my girlfriend to drive me so I could drive her home.

Ironically, Kaiser appears to have gotten the diagnosis of an inner ear viral infection correct, and once on the Dramamine, my mother was probably far more fit to drive than I was.

She’s not supposed to be staying alone though, as when it hits, she’s totally immobalized by the dizziness. Apparently dehydration is a big issue with this particular infection because all the dizziness makes you prone to puking, and being too nauseous to eat.

And I thought my sick had a good gross factor on it.

I’m not actually hungover… At least not from the stand point of having had too much to drink. I had one shot that I choked down, followed by Corrigan offering me a sip of his drink, which contained gin. Now I used to have a healthy appreciation for gin until the last LAN party at the Cat Ranch, where the last thing I had to drink before passing out in the hall was at least 2 shots of gin. As I recall I pretty much finished the bottle, and the bottle pretty much finished me.

So one whiff of the gin last night made my stomach give a mighty heave, and I went running out the front door, to wait and see if I chucked.

Fortunately, I held everything down, and that was the end of my alcohol concumption for the night. It also cut way down on carcinogen intake.

So the only reason I can figure I feel like this is the fact that my sleep/awake schedule has been completely reversed over two days. Honestly, it hurts to be alive right now.

On the plus side though, my hair is blue, my PSP is blue, I finally found a game at the LAN party that I don’t totally suck at, (not that that was the key to LAN party happiness, but it’s novel to not come in last for once, especially in a deathmatch) and there’s still two days of LAN bliss left.

On the minus side, the left half of my head would probably feel better if someone blew it off with a shot gun. I mean, the process would hurt, but once half your brain has been removed, you’d be dead, and I imagine it’s hard to feel pain when you’re dead.

Oh yeah, last night was punctuated about these weird dreams about my boss informing me that we were going to have to move to the corporate headquarters after all, and that I was not allowed to have blue hair there. I pointed out that this was hardly fair, I asked to make sure there was no reason there would be a problem with my hair being this color.

Long story short (too late!), the entire dream was about my boss and I basically being annoyed with one another. Mostly I was annoyed at him because he was annoyed with me, and being a bit totalitarian about decisions that he’d normally at least let me have some input on.

When I woke up, it took a while to realize that it’d been a dream, as parts of it were based in reality. I had asked my boss if there was any reason it would be a problem if I dyed my hair blue. (One of my co-workers felt obligated to dye over her cotton candy pink before a conference. I just wanted to make sure nothing was coming up where I needed to be presentable.) The lab that I ended up moving to in the dream was based on the real local headquarters that the lab will eventually be moving over to. The things we discussed involved real projects that I’m working on. The weird part was the degree of unhappiness and irritation between us. Usually we get along quite well. I’m not entirely sure what to make of this dream.

So maybe I’ll just take some tylenol and go back to bed for a while.