i got my hands on dave’s journal from the days of his spinal degeneration. thought you’d like to read a few entries:
This was the first day of my prolonged sickness. It all started with what seemed like a mild cold. I spent most of the day coughing and sniffling. I was well enough to go to school, but Mat Howard convinced me to ditch class and walk around campus saying hi to people we know. You can always count on your friends to keep life in perspective.
Saturday. I started feeling better so I decided to go snowshoeing with Courtney and Stephanie. This was probably the best idea of my entire life. Hiking wet out in the cold is so therapeutic and relaxing.
I still felt well enough to go to church, although my trek the day before seemed to have halted my recovery. I’m sure that sacrament meeting was spiritual. I don’t remember it too well, as I just laid my chin upon my chest and went to sleep. I was able to catch a couple of awesome phrases here and there. At these points, I laughed and turned to look at my roommates who seemed to find me more amusing than the speaker.
Over the course of the previous week, my condition had deteriorated to the point that I just laid on the couch watching movies with Spence. This day we watched ‘The Empire Strikes Back’. The day before was ‘A New Hope’ and the next day was ‘Return of the Jedi’. I’m glad Spence doesn’t have anything better to do.
At this point I started vomiting. Basically, anything that I had eaten during the previous week was expelled from my body. Man, I hate throwing up. I laid on that filthy green leather couch all day with a large pot next to me. About every hour, I would start to feel sick and run to the bathroom. Once, I didn’t make it. I was able to catch most of the yellowish liquid in the pot, but some escaped onto the floor, leaving a suspicious yellow stain. It almost looked like it might glow in the dark.
Today, Jordan came over. After mumbling something about how dirty and filthy we were at the house and how nice it is to live in a clean apartment, he started to clean the puke pot and the fluorescent stain on the floor. By now, the residue in the pot had taken on a honey-like consistency and color. It had stained the pot so that the bottom appeared to have burn marks.
We ran out of movies in the house, so Howard borrowed a bunch from some people we know. Of these, I watched a movie called ‘Omega Code 2’. Thanks to the diligent efforts of the Christian Coalition, I am now prepared for Satan to take control of the European Union. At this point, Steel found out about my sickness and came over to see how I was doing.
I felt awful today. I began to wonder if some of my symptoms might be signs of withdrawal from not drinking Kool-Aid for an entire week. I didn’t think I could make it. I rang the nurses about every hour to ask if they had any Kool-Aid. After a couple of hours they started to ignore me.
Test after test, and they finally decided on my sickness. They started therapy and gave me medicine to combat my immune system, which was attacking my spinal cord. Throughout the whole of this week, I had one constant in my life: Dolores. My friends told me she had been asking about me all week and she even came in to visit me today. She asked me how I was doing and then started to tell me about this time when she was sick and then got better. This was followed by an account of her best friend getting sick and then getting better. Originally, I thought I didn’t understand her stories because of the medicine. I have come to realize the truth. Story followed story while I slipped into a deep slumber.
Day 55: Swinkle
My experiences during my sleep can be summed up in one word: Swinkle. If you want an account of this experience, you’ll have to consult me directly, for swinkle is an event too beautiful to be constrained to a life of ink and paper.
I tried to go running, which turned into a demoralizing disaster. After two blocks, I had to turn around and walk home. Most of the time, I kept thinking to myself, “What would Dan Jennejohn think of me?” I never told him I had to quit.