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Ever since Monday morning, there's been a growing problem. When I woke up that day, I had a slight pain in my left side. I thought maybe I slept on it wrong. But it didn't go away. Then on Tuesday the pain was stronger and concentrated around my kidney. By the end of the day, both kidneys were feeling shitty. I was also very tired, more tired than usual. Wednesday morning I felt fucking terrible. I went to class, then took a midterm.
This fall break, I was planning on playing a lot of poker at the Turning Stone. There's a few big tournaments going on this weekend, and the tournaments bring in players to play the side games. I had intended to play about 70 hours of poker in a few marathon sessions. Abitbol had gotten a few rooms for the weekend and I could have slept in one of those in between 30 hour sessions.
After I blew through my midterm (about 750 words about a movie I didn't see), I drove up to the casino. I didn't feel very well, but I figured if I could make it through this weekend, I could then see a doctor and figure out what the fuck was going on.
I played for a few hours, but I started feeling worse and worse. Even though I wasn't drinking too many fluids, I was having to go piss about once an hour. That's very bizarre for me. I pride myself on my ability to hold it in (personal record is 5 hours since the initial feeling of having to go), but I felt like I HAD to go quickly. This was obviously an indicator of something not very good happening.
The good news is that my illness wasn't affecting the way I played. I played very well, made some good bets, won a few hands and made a few bucks. I even tried out Omaha Hi/Lo for a few hands. Omaha is the game in which you get dealt 4 cards, then there's a flop, turn, and river. Hi/Lo means the best hand wins half the pot, the worst hand wins the other half. It's a confusing game, but if you know what you're doing, you clean up.
By the end of the night, I felt fucking aweful. I was in a great deal of pain, it felt like I had to piss even right after I went, and I was running a bit of a fever. The decision was simple. Stay at Turning Stone, not sleeping, drinking Red Bulls, and eating chicken tenders; or go to Boston, see a good doctor in a good hospital and figure out what the problem is. So I drove to Ithaca that night, packed, slept, then drove to Norwood this afternoon.
This fall break, I was planning on playing a lot of poker at the Turning Stone. There's a few big tournaments going on this weekend, and the tournaments bring in players to play the side games. I had intended to play about 70 hours of poker in a few marathon sessions. Abitbol had gotten a few rooms for the weekend and I could have slept in one of those in between 30 hour sessions.
After I blew through my midterm (about 750 words about a movie I didn't see), I drove up to the casino. I didn't feel very well, but I figured if I could make it through this weekend, I could then see a doctor and figure out what the fuck was going on.
I played for a few hours, but I started feeling worse and worse. Even though I wasn't drinking too many fluids, I was having to go piss about once an hour. That's very bizarre for me. I pride myself on my ability to hold it in (personal record is 5 hours since the initial feeling of having to go), but I felt like I HAD to go quickly. This was obviously an indicator of something not very good happening.
The good news is that my illness wasn't affecting the way I played. I played very well, made some good bets, won a few hands and made a few bucks. I even tried out Omaha Hi/Lo for a few hands. Omaha is the game in which you get dealt 4 cards, then there's a flop, turn, and river. Hi/Lo means the best hand wins half the pot, the worst hand wins the other half. It's a confusing game, but if you know what you're doing, you clean up.
By the end of the night, I felt fucking aweful. I was in a great deal of pain, it felt like I had to piss even right after I went, and I was running a bit of a fever. The decision was simple. Stay at Turning Stone, not sleeping, drinking Red Bulls, and eating chicken tenders; or go to Boston, see a good doctor in a good hospital and figure out what the problem is. So I drove to Ithaca that night, packed, slept, then drove to Norwood this afternoon.
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