Levi’s Bloaaaahg

Last week, I’ve had a blackout. The power plant that is called my brain, decided to stop for a moment and it made me pass out on the bathroom floor. Normally, when one hears the words “pass out” and “bathroom floor” in one sentence, a reference to a student keg party is easily made. Not this time. Unfortunately.
Lisa woke me up. I got up and looked in the mirror. Wait a minute. Aren’t I in my bed? I thought I was in my bed. The blank expression of my eyes facing me in the mirror, didn’t really help me on my quest back towards reality. I stumbled to my room and sat down. Then it hit me. I passed out. I really passed out. And for no good reason.
The day after, I went to see a doctor. I avoid them, most of the time, with the precision of a spy on enemy ground in war time. The cold of the waiting room always chills me. Most of the time, there are really sick people in there. You know, the ones that cough their lungs out, breath heavily and sigh with every move they make. Really sick people. I got called in. Blood pressure; OK. Heart rate; pumping good. Lungs; just fine. My file told the dear doctor that I recently have had surgery. “So, how long did you rest after that?”, she asked. “Three weeks.”, I replied. “You should’ve taken more weeks off.” Yeah right. And who’s gonna earn my money, and do my school stuff?
The doctor continued. Questions about my sleeping routine, work, etc. The final notion was that I do too much and that the anesthetics and antibiotics from the surgery are still occupying my intestines. “You need rest.”

I took a week off from work.

That week flew by.

Hell. I need some rest.