Living Single: How to Survive Strep Throat

Welcome, the ‘Living Single’ series. I’ve moved from the comfortable sleepy little beach town I called home to a big old city that is, while in the same state, completely foreign to me. While it’s great to remember the feeling of having my own apartment, with my own patio, plants and complete control of playlists, living single presents it’s own set of challenges.

Justy recently, I almost died.

The emergency room doctor wanted to do a spinal tap. My fever had raged on at something like 102.7 for five days.

Finally, the fever broke. Diagnosis: Strep Infection.

Now, don’t get it confused, I’m a self sufficient lady, but I’m talking awful fever, can’t move, throw me in a river, unimaginable sick.  I’m alone in a new town, no family nearby, so I had to get seriously resourceful. If you’re also living single, and are coming down with a sickness, here are some quick tips on getting through it.

Surviving Strep Throat: A Living Single How To

1. Family, Friends, Roommates or Neighbors

Family is an obvious here, but if you’re like me and far from family, find friends, neighbors, roommates, bell boys, whoever you can, to stock you up with gatorade, medicine and regular check ins if you’re symptoms are getting worse.

2. Jam Out

Music helps to constantly release healthy endorphins. This is at a low level, of course, but if you’re miserably sick, avoid silence. Put on something you love, and you’ll heal faster. (It’s science)

3. No Nyquil Fueled Text Messages

I know, you feel like you’ve been hit by a bus then thrown over the freeway underpass. You feel alone and start romanticizing the past. Stop it!

It’s just the Sudafed and sleep meds. Don’t text any exes in your miserable state.

You’ll feel better soon.

Thanks for tuning in to the first Living Single Series.

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Happy New Year 2014!

 

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fmarquitv:
Going back to my buyer’s remorse piece, I’d like to speak a bit on the issue of regret. Furthermore, what I’m really interested in discussing is a few psychological factors that I think can help us avoid this feeling, specifically for those who simply aren’t attracted to their home any longer. … 

Fair Marquit Value: Don’t Regret Anything: At One Point, It Was Exactly What You Wanted

DailyHoroscope.com: Cancer ‘The Crab’ Horoscope for February 1, 2012

Daily Cancer Horoscope
Wednesday, Feb 1, 2012Cancer

Although it feels as if someone is pressuring you to accept more responsibilities now, you’re willing to say yes if you think your involvement will help.

However, don’t overlook your own needs just so you can take care of others.

Consider what makes the most sense for you, too. You won’t have anything left over to give if you exhaust yourself emotionally, so establish healthy boundaries before contributing to the group process.

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Just Like a Wavin Flag

They’ll call me freedom

Just like a Wavin’ Flag

Keinan Warsame

Keinan Warsame

K’naan
 Waving Flag’
Troubadour LP

Songwriters: Jean Deval; Phillip Lawrence; Bruno Mars; Keinan Warsame

“Out of the darkness,

I came the farthest

Among the hardest survival

Learn from these streets,

it can be bleak

Accept no defeat,

surrender, retreat”

I’m Not Playing With You

FUGAZI – ‘Blueprint’

Fugazi

(Fall 1987 – present)

Ian MacKaye – vocals, guitar
Guy Picciotto – vocals, guitar
Joe Lally – bass
Brendan Canty – drums

To all of those who have so graciously tuned in to the Gulkin Gazette this fine day, I’ve reserved for you a particularly significant, and superbly fitting spiffy Little Dittie!

This song says it all.. And what ‘it all’ is.. is soon to follow 🙂

-Alexandra E. Gulkin

Yep, that’s right, name in full. 

(It’s a Special Occassion)

Trepidation

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Trepidation in every step
Whether I am going
Or whether I have left
To escape this tortured fate
I will run further than I’ve breath

Now that I fear to lose you
Soon you will find that I have gone
Hesitation will be moving these feet
Walking me home to this nameless street

The dark alley left empty
Always waiting for me

I have seen the right love
In all the wrong faces
I’ve been waking up lost
In the furthest of places

Now that I have seen it
Or now that I have proof
The same uncertain apprehension
Awakens that sleeping desperation
In the fear of all that I may lose

Bringing me back to this barren room
Where the silence screams an infinite truth

Trepidation moves my every step
Determined indecision between right and left
Preparing for the bottom to fall from my feet
Throwing me down
On that familiar dark street

The dark alley left empty
Always calling for me

Now that I have been given
Or now that I have been theft
This eternal hesitation
Will be my one and only true regret

 

Published Oct 15, 2010

Associated Content Contributor:

Alexandra E. Gulkin

Dusk Till Dawn Diary

Your prayers. They’re not fables.

Let the Little Ditties Begin!

The Gulkin Gazette Presents:

The Killers ‘My List’

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Dusk Till Dawn Diary

The KillersMy List

Songwriters:

Mark August Stoermer

Brandon Flower

Dave Brent Keuning,

Jr. Vannucci

I need those eyes to tide me over
I’ll take your picture when I go

It gives me strength and gives me patience
But I’ll never let you know

I got nothing on you baby
But I always said I try

Let me show you how much I care
Cause sometimes it gets hard
And don’t she know

Don’t give the ghost up

just clench your fist
You should have known by now

you were on my list

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The Killers

The Killers are definitely one of my all time top five.  The lyrics of this little ditty brought a few sappy tears to my eyes earlier. I’ve only recently discovered that as my life has moved along its path, I’ve always been able to find a disturbingly reliable state of contentment and sweet solace in the simplicity of loneliness… surrounded by self-fabricated walls of smoke, mirrors and illusions of self-defense.

There is no risk within loneliness, no investment that your heart has to trust someone else with.  I have spent twenty (something) years comforted by disarray, with the safety that I somehow skewed from isolation, the clutching power of self preservation.  In regard to love, I had it all figured out…

Until I stumbled upon true love for the first time, that is.  I know now that in regard to love, I didn’t know a single thing to be true.  My self-preservation imploded with the introduction of you.     (I’m so glad)

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SYNC!