So yesterday turned out pretty interesting for me. On Sunday night I woke up in the middle of the night to find myself spitting up blood, from places unknown. So Monday I ended up going to Beth Isreal hospital to find out what was wrong. Apparently I have an infected uvula (the dangly thing in the back of your throat). So they prescibed me penicillin. So it still hurts to swallow, but at least I'm not spitting up blood anymore.
In other news I was on the roof the other night contemplating life like I usually do. And going over the phrase "everything happens for a reason". If that is truly the case what the hell's the point if you don't even know the reason of why something happens. If thing's happen to steer you into another direction for whatever purpose it's pointless not to know the reason. Cause how are you supposed to know when you reach you're destination if you never know the reason. That's me anyway. I'm a guy that likes to know were he's going in life and how and why I got there.
Random Jorge fact: As far as I know I'm not allergic to anything, but my sister is allegic to everything including penicillin... weird!
In other news I was on the roof the other night contemplating life like I usually do. And going over the phrase "everything happens for a reason". If that is truly the case what the hell's the point if you don't even know the reason of why something happens. If thing's happen to steer you into another direction for whatever purpose it's pointless not to know the reason. Cause how are you supposed to know when you reach you're destination if you never know the reason. That's me anyway. I'm a guy that likes to know were he's going in life and how and why I got there.
Random Jorge fact: As far as I know I'm not allergic to anything, but my sister is allegic to everything including penicillin... weird!