Chris - Heh. Most people don’t realize this but graphic designers are not necessarily artists, and in fact the majority of them aren’t. Sketching is a necessary ability but quote/unquote “drawing” isn’t a required skill. I knew I liked drawing, but I wanted to be able to make money with it, so I chose graphic design as an outlet for my creativity.
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Every last team member is on vacation this and next week! We’ve all decided to race each other to Neptune in our private yachts and planes. We would keep you updated on who’s winning the race but the PTR team believes the general public should not be allowed access to this majestic unicorn race.

Waking up from surgery was like waking up with a hangover from hell.  I halfway woke up multiple times for only a few seconds before succumbing to the sleep.  My blurred eyes caught glimpses of the television hanging over the bed and the various wires that came out of my arms like exposed veins and I knew I was back in the room where I started.  I assume as soon as my parents noticed me stirring, they came over to check on me.  All I could hear were disembodied voices that felt as though they were speaking from the other side of a closed door.  Eventually, I woke up in so much discomfort that I was not easily able to go back to sleep, despite the anesthesia that was attempting to drag me under.  My nose was burning and my throat was raw from the breathing tube.  I was trapped in the tiny bed and unable to switch positions or even move very much at all because I didn’t want to accidentally tear out my IV or disconnect any machinery.  I wanted to fall unconscious to sleep away the discomfort but I was too uncomfortable to go back to sleep.  Nurses came in and out and asked me questions but I was too disoriented to answer or even care about what they were asking.  For what seemed like the next hour or two, I tossed and turned and tried to go back to sleep but I knew it wasn’t going to happen.  Yet, I was still exhausted.  It felt like I had been awake for a week straight and my body was trying to go into automatic sleep mode but I couldn’t get comfortable enough to do so.  I was miserable.

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So, I went to back to the ear, nose and throat specialist a few weeks after he ordered that I have my sinuses scanned.  Last time I had a CT scan, they injected me with a dye that had a one percent chance of killing me instantly.  Although I was fine the first time around, I was hoping a double dose of the dye wouldn’t increase my chances of checking out too early.  Fortunately, they didn’t inject me with anything for the second scan.  Actually, the entire process was incredibly quick.  I checked in, went back to the radiology department for about five minutes, laid down, was rolled through the machine like a Quiznos sub sandwich and then I was out of there.  I was given the results of the scans from the hospital and then my mom and I took them to the doctor’s office.  After being called into one of the back rooms by the nurse, she shoved two large white strips up my nose.  This was to anesthetize and open up my nostrils so the doctor could examine and navigate my internal passageways with ease.

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After graduating from college, I was determined to get my affairs in order.  With no more school and no job prospects, I took advantage of the free time to take care of myself.  And one of the things I wanted to do was get to the bottom of what was causing the lump in my throat and to find a possible solution to the deformity.

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