What I learned during the Blizzard of '11 Part 1

Oh, the Blizzard of 2011.

I check in three times to FourSquare’s “Snowpacolypse 2011: Chicago Edition” and learned the following:


If you only eat a hash brown all day you’ll get a killer headache….

I decided to skip school on Tuesday because on Monday I fell at work and had massive leg pain. I have a million and six bruises around my knees and up my left thigh. Woke up Tuesday morning and was like “not going to school”. I texted the boyfriend and said “I’m not going to school, so I can come see you today instead of tomorrow”… he said okay.

Ivan lives about 3 blocks from a McDonald’s. I decided I would stop by and get him a McGriddle and then head to his place. I’m not all that hungry ever in the morning, and he’s not all that thirsty in the morning so everything works out well: I get an extra hash brown and take the coffee for me. This was about 8 in the morning.

I ate my hash brown and drank half of the coffee before I declared I was full. 8 am is always too early for me to eat. I usually eat at about 9:30 or 10 which is when I leave for school. But I also wasn’t that hungry because my legs were killing me. There was already some snow on the ground because it snowed Monday night. Trudging through the snow hurt my achey legs. So I just wanted to relax.

We watched television all day and I’ll spare you details of the other stuff.

I usually eat dinner at about four. But it was about four and I wasn’t hungry. My leg was hurting, and it kept hurting because I kept hitting it against the wall, and sometimes he kept kicking me accidently.

When I started getting hungry, it was already snowing pretty heavily. I wanted to go to the little hamburger spot a block away to get something to eat, but I didn’t know if it was still open … or if I could make it with leg pain and snow coming down heavily. I decided I was only thirsty so I drank some Gatorade. Sleeping through the pain seemed more convenient to me than to get something to eat.

I was in and out of sleep. At one point I woke up, and Ivan wasn’t there. I fell back asleep. Turns out his went across the street to his parent’s house.

I woke up around 9 PM with a blinding headache. The television made it worse. Ivan was at the window looking at the snow falling. Then the lightening made my headache worse. I wanted to fall back asleep but I couldn’t. My headache was still there.

At about 11ish/midnightish, I got a rude awakening. Ivan’s roommates started playing really bad music really loudly. Just imagine what it was doing to my headache. It was the sucks. I didn’t know whether to do something passive aggressive like walk to the bathroom and have them ask me “oh, is the music too loud?” and me just saying, “oh, no it’s not, we’re awake anyway”… or cry. After what I imagine was every Drake/Young Money song that was On Demand, was over, I fell back asleep.

Throughout the night, Ivan kept asking me if I was hungry. I wasn’t. Well, at least not when he was asking me. At some point, I felt myself shaking. I assumed I was just cold. Earlier I had been really hot and practically removed all my clothes. Well, maybe not all of it.

At four in the morning, Ivan woke me up … more like shook me awake. Apparently, I was crying in my sleep. I didn’t feel like I was awake or even present. All I remember was my head still killing me. And I assume my headache was making me hurt in my sleep. So, Ivan made me eat at 4, in between him lecturing me and me crying my eyes out from the pain in my head and legs.

“You haven’t eaten since the morning, and you didn’t really eat anything… so eat”
“If you were hungry why didn’t you tell me?”

Blah blah blah.

I fell back asleep.