a history of me

Just wanted to let everyone know that I made it back to New York safe and sound. Well, maybe not sound but I'll let the doctors determine that. Now that I'm back in the greatest city in the world, some of the greatest doctors in the world will have a look at me and tell me what's going on. In the mean time I'll do my best to relax and enjoy some of the greatest food in the world, made all the more delicious since I've been eating garbage for about seven months straight. The best part of all is that I won't be going back to Albany for more than a year!

I spent Thursday night and Friday hanging out with my hometown friends. I sucks that I can't drink at all (since they drink so very much) but I've got to wait and see what the doctors tell me. One of the few facts that I do know is that my blood has very high levels of AST and ALT, which means something is amiss with my liver so no alcohol until further notice.

Guess I'll just have to get "high on life," as the saying goes. Trouble is, I've had some mighty bad doses of that stuff in the past...

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Last final tomorrow, then I'm out. So this is my last post from Albany. I typed something mildly eloquent but fucking Blogger lost the post. I loathe this interface.

Welcome back Tino! Go Yankees!!

Feit...out!

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My life breaks down into chapters pretty easily. Going to two different high schools, my first attempt at college, my movie theater and post office experiences, each of these are distinctly different phases of my life. Without these divisions, my ups and downs jumble together and become less fascinating.

So what of the future? I imagined the next chapter would be spending a year in Japan, but now I'm not so certain. I'm still going to Japan, absolutely YES, but my medical condition is quickly enveloping my attention. Will these ailments deserve their own chapter in my life, or will they merely be a trivial footnote in between my sophomore and junior years at college?

Frankly, so long as they aren't an epilogue, I'll be alright.

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I called Mom today, as I ought to, and we had a long chat. It ended up mostly about me though, as I've become very concerned with a number of health issues compounded by some academic-phobia as well as some miscellaneous anxieties. Apparently I needed a good cry because that's what I had. Mom was very supportive, telling me things I needed to hear (even though I knew them already), even offering to fly up here if I needed help. I feel much better now though, especially after I went downstairs and ate dinner (well, two dinners really). I'm hoping to sort this mess out without forcing Mom to come all the way here, although I do appreciate her generosity.

I just need this ordeal to be over. Check that, ordeals. Do they ever end, or do they merely rotate?

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