That's right, my fellow half-wits and semi-literates, after a brutal 3 days of agonizing headaches and a sore throat, I cached in my luck and ventured over to the local health center. After about 30 minutes and a blood test, I was informed that I had contracted mono. I have found that mono is the biggest asshole of a bacterial infection. All the doctor said was "Well, Bill, we can't really do anything, and be sure that you don't do anything, see you in 4-6 weeks." At that he handed me a feel-good brochure that said "So, you have mono: taking the next step" and had a group of people sitting in a circle laughing and some guy on a beach, reassuring me that I, too, can still live a normal life. And by god, this brochure contained the nastiest of information : "Rupture of the spleen is a very rare, serious complication. It usually occurs between the 4th and 21st day of illness." With the 4th day approaching quickly, I look back at how far my spleen has taken me, what we have accomplished together, and am thankful. During the brief moments where my headache subsides, there is really only one band I can listen to: MONO. I discovered the Japanese post=rock band a little over a year ago and it was love at first sight. I truly wish I had traveled up to Chicago to see them this past summer, but that damned 21+ rule killed that idea.
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