well the saga continues---a saga that began approximately 6 years ago in my first year at uni. a saga that would commence with my laying on my dormitory floor writhing around in pain thinking that surely i had seen earth's final days--a saga that also convinced my roommate that i was heading toward the light as well--

kidney stones--an unending saga.

last night, my dear readers, was spent on my back at the Royal Liverpool Hospital begging friends, attendings, and anyone who remotely looked like they could pump drugs into me intravenously to do just that. after receiving an oral pain pill, a dose of morphine, and a dose of muscle relaxant, i was still in a lot of pain and probably driving my doctor crazy with my pleas for more.

my gracious friend maurice experienced it all as he was the one who had the great pleasure of driving me to the hospital and when he stopped by to check on me today, i compared it to being like a small child, 'I KNOW ANOTHER DOSE OF MORPHINE WILL KILL ME, BUT I DON'T CARE...CAN YOU PLEASE GET RID OF THIS PAIN?' all of my logic was lost.

it was an interesting night on the ward at Ye Ole Royal. i was holed up with 7 other overnight patients and i found out that native liverpuddlians even THROW UP in scouse. i'm just glad that i was so drugged up that not a lot phased me.

i'm happy to report that i'm at home and resting up. and here's a reminder to the rest of you: drink lots of water, not a lot of pop, try to keep those stress levels low, and get plenty of rest.

yesterday me and the teammies had an adventure to a little place i like to call york, apparently other people like to call it york too. anyway, i digress, it was an idea concocted by our fearless leaders sarah and ryan which started with a proposal to go to birmingham for the day to build the morale of our crew of nine and to share praises from the past semester. the birmingham idea soon became a york idea and a week later, off we were.

our very first stop on the york day out, was at an ominous building around the corner, past an old wall, and down the street from the train station. this is where the journey REALLY began.

after paying a bargain three pounds (juuuuust over 1 penny per step) for an ascent up the great tower, we ran into our first obstacle: a very narrow, spiraling staircase. MAN was that thing intimidating. and plus, I THINK THE YORKMINSTER STAIRS ARE WEIGHT PREJUDICE. what if someone of a naturally larger build wanted to go up those stairs??? i'm not sure they could do it...pretty unfair in my eyes.

after about step 197 kevin got really tired and wanted to soak in some sunlight by resting in window, seemingly made for one of those gargoyles based on the proportions.

while kevin and i were taking a breather, little did we know, panic had ensued upstais where the man with the clicky counter was wondering why only seven in a group of nine had appeared at the top of his precious yorkminster. when kevin and i appeared, he wiped the sweat from his brow, and gave us to quick clicks, but not before danny had lost all hope....

he was so upset, he tried to climb over the metal enclosing to fling himself from the top of the yorkminster.

after a few photos, we made our descent and on a outdoor walkway, decided to have a photoshoot. we thought it was a great idea, and kc stood on the railing of the walkway to try and get us all in a photo....

the lady who could see us on CCTV or some kind of anglican church equivalent, wasn't as pleased. she came on the loud speaker and said, "COULD YOU PLEASE MOVE ACROSS THE WALKWAY." when we came down the one way spiraling staircase, we saw a group of people waiting to go up...but who couldn't because it's narrow and they were waiting for us....i ask you yorkminster, whose fault is that? (please refer to my aforementioned argument).

that was most of adventure. we went shopping later. we had a good time in york. we ate at Ye Ole Starre Inn for dinner and it hailed and it looked awesome and then it stopped hailing and then we went home.