Friday, September 17, 2010

If I Was Any More Relaxed...I'd Be Dead

So where do I begin? How do I explain my yet again long hiatus from blogging? I have four words which should explain it all....

...Full...

...Time...

...Engineering...

...Student...
Yup...that should do it. But I had to regale you with yet another wild tale from the life of a twenty-something.
I have discovered being an engineering student means LOTS of homework due every week, quizzes every week, and at least two tests every week. (Maybe I'll switch to communications...kidding!...sort of.) Because of this I spend about 99.99999999999% (give or take 0.00000000001%) of my time STRESSED OUT!!! I look at little like this:

(Please disregard the cat's language...thank you)
Just ask Dad...he is a little scared to talk to me and keeps taking me out for hot fudge sundaes...I think he's trying to keep the immenent psychotic break at bay for as long as possible. THANK YOU DAD!!!

There's the background you needed for the following events. Wednesday I had a engineering statics class test at 8 am followed by and engineering physics test at 5 pm. By the time I got home at 7:30 that night I must have looked worse than the above photo, because Dad bought me a hot fudge sundae. I then had some data analysis to do and a lab report to write. By the time I went to bed I think I was beyond stressed and on to losing my marbles. I kept having the strangest dreams all night with most of them having me feel sick. I woke up at 1 am only to realize I really was sick. I got to know the porcelain gods well and even after there were no more sacrifices to make to them I still couldn't stand up without feeling awful. So I chewed some pepto tablets and layed on the bathroom floor for a while hoping it would all pass. Finally I felt good enought to make it to my bed and fall back asleep to strange dreams fill with physics, Dr. House (tv show), and other strange things.

The next morning when I got up to head to the gym I decided my breath was terrible and I needed to brush my teeth (yes, just to work out) and I was met with something that looked a lot like this:
(Not my tongue)

I almost passed out and thought for a second I may be dying...even after brushing it was still there. I was panicked! After I got home from the gym I was still freaking out so I consulted one of my nurse sisters, who only freaked out more (note to nurses: don't freak out when someone asks you something...it further confirms their fear of immenent death) But after a google search I discovered the following... Pepto Bismol can on occasion turn the tongue black because of the bismuth in one of the active ingredients which will react with saliva and turn the tongue black.

Oh...right...no worries. I'm not dying. I guess I better take back the stuff I've already given away to my friends.

But let this be a lesson to you, extreme stress can cause extreme sickness. Which in turn may give you a black tongue. That's if you chew pepto tablets of course...

3 comments:

Tory and Elizabeth said...

Wow, I don't think I have laughed that hard in awhile. That totally brings. Back my college days and people would ask my major and after I told they would get this like of, "well that explains everything." Eat more sundaes, it will help . . . eventually

Jana said...

Black tongue? EWWWWW.

I am sorry about all the stress. I know its been pointed out many times, but "stressed" = "desserts" backwards.

I think that it's a sign.

Shellie said...

I actually did know that (surprise, surprise). One of the nurses I work with told me of a similar story. Only her shock of a black tongue came on a morning after a fun filled night in Las Vegas. Her first thought was, "What did I do last night?!"