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Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!?
Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. :)

I have now been drugged for TWENTY, hear that??? TWENTY days!!! F***ing amazing that I am still funcitoning at all.

Yes, yes, it is true; I did take the Bar Exam. I did it, and I did it on vicodin. Let me tell you, it is SUCH a different experience on drugs. Funny thing, the guy next to me had surgery two weeks before the Bar and was also on vicodin. We compared our mental delusions after each segment; totally wacked out, but it made it better to know I was not alone. Neither of us could get our money back and decided, rather than waste money, we would take the exam - at least gain some practice. Heck, after all, mom and I had the hotel room and plans with friends down there.

So, first, lets cover San Diego. To make this easer to follow, I will break this into three parts, the Bar, time with mom, and a person I expected more from. About the Bar - yep, it was kinda fun on vicodin. The MBEs became all about eenie, meenie, minee and moe. Words lost their meanings even before the exam, so trying to find meaning during the exam was less than hopeful. I tried very hard to dump my A-type personality and let it go, realizing I could not pass this time around because of my health issue; needless to say, I didn't succeed. I kept getting frustrated that I couldn't study, that I didn't feel good, and that I knew I could pass if I didn't have to take the drugs. I know my sh**. I worked my a** off and should be rewarded for it, but not this time around I suppose. Anyway, mom was totally supportive - brought me lunch everyday, made coffee in the am, and really worked hard to keep my spirits and health up and going the entire time. Without her, I really don't think I would have survived it.

Okay, on to mom. The first night there I felt like a**, so we didn't want to go very far from the hotel. Instead, we went to Horton's since it was in out hotel and has a good rep for yummy food. We had lunch there earlier in the day and it was AMAZING. For dinner, one of my classmates from my study program met up with us. Mom and I split a quesadilla since neither of us had burned off lunch yet and I was starting to feel more blech again. The secind night, pops cane down to join us. He couldn't miss mom's birthday. Anyway, I came back form the Bar feeling like Death warned over (mom said I looked as 'good' as I felt...) We had planned on going to Kelly's for her birthday dinner, but since I felt so awful, we opted to hang in the hotel room until pops got there. We headed out to Yardhouse once pops made it; had an incredible dinner - the clam chowder was to die for. The third night, we had plans to meet up with her best friend from high school while we were down there. Their birthdays are a couple days apart from each other (mom's was the first day of the Bar). Pops took the day off from work so all three of us joined up with Linda and her husband, Russ. Has another incredible dinner. However, I was feeling so crummy that nothing sounded edible on the menu. I ended up ordering a grilled cheese and tomato soup - really the one thing I love to eat when I am sick. Then, the last night, after the Bar, we met back up with my classmate for saki and sushi. After dinner, mom and I hit the road back to the parentals' house.

The last item on the task list from San Diego is Julia. You know, in all the time I have known her, I have admired and respected her. Despite all that has gone on in the past year, I truly and sincerely wish her all the best of everything. I called to wish her good luck before the Bar because I really wanted her to know I was thinking of her and wishing it for her. I expected nothing in return. However, I did expect her to be the kind of person I thought she was. Yes, I saw her a couple of time throughout the course of the Bar. Not once did she smile, did she say hi, or did she do anything polite - rather, she would walk the other way when she saw me and gave me some rather rude expressions. I didn't expect a conversation or something out of the way, but when she crossed my path, I did expect her to be a bigger person than Carrie, in particular. Heck, I smiled at, said hi to, and even had nice short conversations with other Pepperdiners that I was not even close with during law school - because it was the nice, polite, and respectful thing to do. Oh well. I suppose it doesn't matter; it only matters that it is quite surprising that she isn't who I thought or gave her credit for being.

Away from the Bar, and back to the few days following. Let's see...Friday, mom and I did the girlie day. It totally wiped me out, so I slept all afternoon. Saturday, my pops' company had their picnic at Irvine Lake. It was smaller thant usual, but SO much fun. There was this thing there - some kind of hang-gliding thing. Anyway, I did it. Bro, Brian, did it too. Thing is, I got hurt. The rope wrapped around me and burned my upper arm. I have the nastiest black, blue, and purple bruise right now - incredible. Afterward, I had to call and tell Rob what happened; we had plans for the night and I didn;t want him to see it when he arrived. That night, he showed up (we had planned a night in since I am still restricted from driving because of the vicodin), we ordered dinner (Chinese), and watched a movie (Fallen). I was feeling kind of nasty, so the night ended pretty early. Unfortunately, not ten minutes after he left, I crumpled to the floor in severe pain. I couldn't move and just cried. We usually talk on the phone while he drives home, but this time he was going to call me when he got home. Rather than me wishing hime a good night, I asked him to come back. I couldn't even talk to him enough to tell him exactly what was going on. The sweetheart drove back to my place (it's only about 14 miles, but he was ready to go to sleep), found me on the bathroom floor, and got me to Kaiser's ER. Once we found a wheelchair (I could barely walk) and got into the ER, things went pretty well. What sucked, was that we were there until 6:30 in the am. We got there right around 1am. Rob said he was going to call my parents, but I begged him not to - pops was leaving for France that morning for a friend's wedding. I don;t want anything on his mind except to have fun and enjoy his trip. I told Rob he could go home, but he refused to leave me there. I am telling you, I am involved with the most incredible man in the world!!! He said I went beyond mere brownie points and now owe him a chocolate double fudge cake. Oh, yes, he WILL get it too... Found out my liver level is up (not a good thing) and my white blood cells are also elevated (also very bad). I am scheduled back to the surgeon this Thursday. All I know is this - they need to find out what the he** is going on and FIX IT!!! Argh!

Okay, so that about brings everyone up to speed. I am back in bed, on more vicodin (back up to two pills every four hours), and wishing I were anywhere but here. This needs to get solved and wrapped up by next week - I have my SF interview next week. *sigh*

As my sister said to me, "When life throws you mud, make mudpies." I will.

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2004-08-02 2:25 PM ER, drugs, Bar Exam, drugs, and a repeat visit to the ER Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: dunno anymore Read/Post Comments (1)	Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!? Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. :) I have now been drugged for TWENTY, hear that??? TWENTY days!!! F*ing amazing that I am still funcitoning at all. Yes, yes, it is true; I did take the Bar Exam. I did it, and I did it on vicodin. Let me tell you, it is SUCH a different experience on drugs. Funny thing, the guy next to me had surgery two weeks before the Bar and was also on vicodin. We compared our mental delusions after each segment; totally wacked out, but it made it better to know I was not alone. Neither of us could get our money back and decided, rather than waste money, we would take the exam - at least gain some practice. Heck, after all, mom and I had the hotel room and plans with friends down there. So, first, lets cover San Diego. To make this easer to follow, I will break this into three parts, the Bar, time with mom, and a person I expected more from. About the Bar - yep, it was kinda fun on vicodin. The MBEs became all about eenie, meenie, minee and moe. Words lost their meanings even before the exam, so trying to find meaning during the exam was less than hopeful. I tried very hard to dump my A-type personality and let it go, realizing I could not pass this time around because of my health issue; needless to say, I didn't succeed. I kept getting frustrated that I couldn't study, that I didn't feel good, and that I knew I could pass if I didn't have to take the drugs. I know my sh. I worked my a off and should be rewarded for it, but not this time around I suppose. Anyway, mom was totally supportive - brought me lunch everyday, made coffee in the am, and really worked hard to keep my spirits and health up and going the entire time. Without her, I really don't think I would have survived it. Okay, on to mom. The first night there I felt like a, so we didn't want to go very far from the hotel. Instead, we went to Horton's since it was in out hotel and has a good rep for yummy food. We had lunch there earlier in the day and it was AMAZING. For dinner, one of my classmates from my study program met up with us. Mom and I split a quesadilla since neither of us had burned off lunch yet and I was starting to feel more blech again. The secind night, pops cane down to join us. He couldn't miss mom's birthday. Anyway, I came back form the Bar feeling like Death warned over (mom said I looked as 'good' as I felt...) We had planned on going to Kelly's for her birthday dinner, but since I felt so awful, we opted to hang in the hotel room until pops got there. We headed out to Yardhouse once pops made it; had an incredible dinner - the clam chowder was to die for. The third night, we had plans to meet up with her best friend from high school while we were down there. Their birthdays are a couple days apart from each other (mom's was the first day of the Bar). Pops took the day off from work so all three of us joined up with Linda and her husband, Russ. Has another incredible dinner. However, I was feeling so crummy that nothing sounded edible on the menu. I ended up ordering a grilled cheese and tomato soup - really the one thing I love to eat when I am sick. Then, the last night, after the Bar, we met back up with my classmate for saki and sushi. After dinner, mom and I hit the road back to the parentals' house. The last item on the task list from San Diego is Julia. You know, in all the time I have known her, I have admired and respected her. Despite all that has gone on in the past year, I truly and sincerely wish her all the best of everything. I called to wish her good luck before the Bar because I really wanted her to know I was thinking of her and wishing it for her. I expected nothing in return. However, I did expect her to be the kind of person I thought she was. Yes, I saw her a couple of time throughout the course of the Bar. Not once did she smile, did she say hi, or did she do anything polite - rather, she would walk the other way when she saw me and gave me some rather rude expressions. I didn't expect a conversation or something out of the way, but when she crossed my path, I did expect her to be a bigger person than Carrie, in particular. Heck, I smiled at, said hi to, and even had nice short conversations with other Pepperdiners that I was not even close with during law school - because it was the nice, polite, and respectful thing to do. Oh well. I suppose it doesn't matter; it only matters that it is quite surprising that she isn't who I thought or gave her credit for being. Away from the Bar, and back to the few days following. Let's see...Friday, mom and I did the girlie day. It totally wiped me out, so I slept all afternoon. Saturday, my pops' company had their picnic at Irvine Lake. It was smaller thant usual, but SO much fun. There was this thing there - some kind of hang-gliding thing. Anyway, I did it. Bro, Brian, did it too. Thing is, I got hurt. The rope wrapped around me and burned my upper arm. I have the nastiest black, blue, and purple bruise right now - incredible. Afterward, I had to call and tell Rob what happened; we had plans for the night and I didn;t want him to see it when he arrived. That night, he showed up (we had planned a night in since I am still restricted from driving because of the vicodin), we ordered dinner (Chinese), and watched a movie (Fallen). I was feeling kind of nasty, so the night ended pretty early. Unfortunately, not ten minutes after he left, I crumpled to the floor in severe pain. I couldn't move and just cried. We usually talk on the phone while he drives home, but this time he was going to call me when he got home. Rather than me wishing hime a good night, I asked him to come back. I couldn't even talk to him enough to tell him exactly what was going on. The sweetheart drove back to my place (it's only about 14 miles, but he was ready to go to sleep), found me on the bathroom floor, and got me to Kaiser's ER. Once we found a wheelchair (I could barely walk) and got into the ER, things went pretty well. What sucked, was that we were there until 6:30 in the am. We got there right around 1am. Rob said he was going to call my parents, but I begged him not to - pops was leaving for France that morning for a friend's wedding. I don;t want anything on his mind except to have fun and enjoy his trip. I told Rob he could go home, but he refused to leave me there. I am telling you, I am involved with the most incredible man in the world!!! He said I went beyond mere brownie points and now owe him a chocolate double fudge cake. Oh, yes, he WILL get it too... Found out my liver level is up (not a good thing) and my white blood cells are also elevated (also very bad). I am scheduled back to the surgeon this Thursday. All I know is this - they need to find out what the he** is going on and FIX IT!!! Argh! Okay, so that about brings everyone up to speed. I am back in bed, on more vicodin (back up to two pills every four hours), and wishing I were anywhere but here. This needs to get solved and wrapped up by next week - I have my SF interview next week. sigh As my sister said to me, "When life throws you mud, make mudpies." I will. Read/Post Comments (1) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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