mm, let's talk eating disorders over lunch, shall we?

I got an email today, from the president of a University-sponsored club that I do not belong to... I usually just throw them out, but I'm glad I read this one b/c it turned out to be a bit ironic and quite funny, in my mind. Today is definitely a day in which a little bit of humor can go a long way...

The next psych club meeting is this Wednesday Oct 19th at noon in 415 S_. The speakers will be from NUCOPE, talking about eating behavior and disorders. Lunch will be served.
Hope to see you there.

"i am barely breathing, i can't find the air...

_{[from some stupid 90's pop song]}
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I am having a hell of a time with even the most minor of tasks- Just sitting here my breathing feels constricted.. Bending to pick something up makes me feel like i can't breathe.. I'm always gasping.. Hauling my bags from the airport yesterday on very crowded trains was awful. No available seats, except for the one that some jerk purposely rushed over to fill when I was about to sit. Gggrrrr. By the time I got to where I was going I felt like just laying down in the middle of the sidewalk.

No I'm not a 98-yr-old chain smoker and/or coalmine worker. I don't think.

There's a bunch of (presumably spinal) fluid collected in my chest, which is quite unpleasant.. I am not breathing easily. I woke up this morning gasping for breath. I mean, I can breathe- It's just labored and never seems like quite enough air makes it.
This is definitely putting a crimp in my plans for this week. My neurosurgeon is just about impossible to reach, since he is Jewish and has a zillion holidays this month..

I am hoping they can do something temporary (like, a therapeutic thoracentesis maybe?) so that I can actually enjoy my upcoming (as in next week) trip to Hawaii for my brother's wedding.

:( It really pisses me off to be always left hanging w/ stuff like this. (^*&&(#@$&*$#@%!)#@$*&