down with the vegetarians!

it's a thursday evening. i went against every procrastinating bone in my bod and studied in advance for my test on the EU tomorrow. i ate a full dinner. i got money out of the atm this morning.

anyone in college or anyone who knows me at all would know that i clearly did all of these things because tonight is a going-out night. a great night to celebrate 2 friends' 21st birthdays. a great night until i finish eating my dinner look down at my foot and it's the size of my head.

(well, not that huge, but it is completely swollen!) whose foot and calf randomly swells up like a balloon with no pain at all??? lucky for me my roomie's dad is a dr. and she happened to be in the middle of a skype sesh with her whole family. so we told him (and the rest of her family that could hear) all of my issues and came to the conclusion that if i start having shortness of breath i need to call an ambulance immediately because i would have a bad blood clot. great. i have such weirdo things happen to me. 

let's hope that doesn't happen because the first thing i would have to do is figure out the 911 of belgium, which my dad will probably tell me when he calls my emergency cell phone in a 10 minutes to tell me he thinks i should "go to the hospital because blood clots are a serious matter." i'm only making that assumption because last time that i was sick i got myself so dehydrated that i couldn't function and received a similar phone call. the following emergency phone call would proceed like this- "kate, your mom and i have decided that you need to start eating meat." 

i would have to say the odds of me having a blood clot are slim. and my current plans for the evening are to see how fast my leg will un-swell by having it propped up and maybe if i'm lucky enough everyone won't leave for the bars until after my body has decided to stop being a freak show and i can tag along.

since i have no new photos, i'll put up this old picture of what i was supposed to be doing right now. enjoying a belgian beer and a mixed drink in a can from "phoenix video," (we're still not sure why it's called this) the quick shop by my flat owned by my a little middle eastern man who calls my friend Keegan his "best customer." instead i'll be watching the latest episode of the bachelor and reviewing the names of the the presidents of the european parliament, european counsel, european commission and other such things that i do not wish to be doing.

moral of the story- not eating meat is the sole possible explanation for randomly swollen-up balloon-foot and gastrointestinal infections.