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February 2003

Tuesday, February 05, 2002

One week after I played tennis for the first time in years, and one Superbowl championship for the Patriots later, I am still having trouble walking. I was an idiot for doing what I did last week. I took double medicine, stretched for an hour, and swore that I would take it easy on the court. After all, I was playing a girl, right? Well as it turns out, the little league MVP, the tennis camp champ, the track and field all-star in me wanted to come out and play a little bit, even if it was against a girl. I didnít care. I had been feeling OK (by OK I mean I was feeling 60 instead of 80), and I figured ëhow bad could it beí? Famous last wordsÖ

Boy did I learn my lesson the hard way. From the moment I stepped foot on the court I felt a little tingle in the back of my neck that said ëdonít do this Seth, youíve been doing so wellÖdonít screw it up!í And I should have listened.

As it turned out, I played a great little game. I had to cut it short because I didnít want to get wound up hustling, and besides, this was the first time I was playing a sport since the movie E.T. was out in theaters. I didnít win the match, but really, that didnít matter all that much. What counted was that I could play just enough to remember what it was like to once play a sport. But the price to pay was pretty high, as I would soon find out.

I woke up the next morning and I remember opening my eyes, leaning over to look at the clock, and thinking to myself ëoh my God I had hip surgery yesterday!í That was how much my hips hurt. Not that I know what that feels like, but I would assume that when someone cuts open your hips and replaces them with a metal socket and rod, theyíre going to be a little achy in the morning. I fell out of bed, I crawled to the bathroom and then I called my mom crying.

Long gone at this point were my hopes of one day becoming the next Pete Sampras. Long gone were my hopes of making it to class on time. I had as much of a shot at feeling better as the Patriots have at winning another Superbowl this lifetime. In other words, Iím doomed.

Friday, February 15, 2002

It's written in the stars that every 25,000 pills you take, you screw up. So I was due for a doozy this morning. As I went to call the pharmacy to refill my heart and allergy medicine, I realized that the two bottles I left out were my allergy medicine and my old allergy medicine. Which means that right before I took a shower I took my allergy medicine and my old allergy medicine. At the same time no less.

The reason I stopped the old stuff (Clarinex) and went back on Zyrtec (again), was because the Clarinex dried me out like a raisin in the sun. I mean after a week of that stuff I felt about as dry as a grandmother baking in the hot Florida sun. But taking both at the same time? I panicked and called my doctor.

Itís never a good sign when you call a doctorís office says: ìUYî. I said ìdonít tell me UY. I donít want to hear UY right now!î Thanks. Then I called the slightly-more-communicative pharmacist. His reaction: ìwowî. ìSounds like you have a pretty crappy day ahead of you Seth. Youíll be out light a light for the weekî.

But Iíll be fine. I mean pretty uncomfortable because this stuff isnít meant to be taken simultaneously. And like I told the Doctor, ìonly a college kid could pull something like this offî. But in the end, Iíll be fine. I always am.

See you Sunday.