Sonic Senior

Saturday night, Sonic Youth played at The Blue Note (was the last show I saw there actually Yo La Tengo?) so Erica and Ryan and I headed out to Columbia. I haven't seen SY in years (well, unless you count me tailing Kim Gordon along Houston Street as she toted a Marc Jacobs shopping bag a few years back) so I was pretty psyched. About 45 minutes into the set, a few songs after "Sister" (oh sweet Jesus, Best Song Ever), I started to feel a little weird, and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor. Ryan helped me up and walked me out. On the way out of the club, I passed out again. A bottle of water and several gulps of fresh air later, I started to feel better, but not quite right. We listened to the end of the show (I missed "Teenage Riot," but I'll live, sigh) from outside and waited for Erica to come out. I said to Ryan, "I'm starting to feel a little unsteady again," and then whoomp, I fell again. This guy came over to help him help me up, and said to his friends, "I have seen soooo many drunk folks here tonight." I was like, "Dude, I am stone cold sober." (Side note: to celebrate Ryan's birthday on the 29th, I drank an itty bitty glass of wine and I felt totally loopy. Mad fun.) I went through sweats and a cold spell, but managed to fall asleep without incident (probably because Ryan put a band-aid on my leg to aid in the healing process.)

Monday morning I felt a little nauseous, last night my throat started to hurt...in the middle of all of this, I started the patch to quit smoking and this morning, barely able to swallow, I decided maybe it was time to see a doctor. Lucky me, I'm on antibiotics for the millionth time in the past year. Grody. To the max.