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ohmygodihatemybodyrightnow.
It has decided to
1. be entirely unresponsive to medication;
2. give me a fucking killer migraine so I can't listen to music, watch a movie, have any lights on, or WORK ON THE MINITHESIS---I feel like a brain in a vat full of PAIN and DESCARTES (ew);
3. is inexplicably nauseated;
4. won't fucking fall asleep.
SYERCGHWTESRYFGJHVDFGCJCFGFJCGCD! I NEEDED TO-DAY TO WORK! AND NOW IT'S GONE, AND FUCKING UP TO-MORROW! waerystddurteuuseesaseue!!! ;;tantrum, except not, because MOVING HURTS TOO MUCH.;;
I WANT TO HAVE CONTROL OVER MY FUCKING BODY AND IT'S NOT COOPERATING AND THIS. IS. NOT. FUCKING. FUN. TWITCH. MAJOR. TWITCH. I CAN'T AFFORD THIS.
In other news, I'm getting a sleep test done in Worcestor over October break. I also got to get dragged into Worcestor to-day so a doctor could tell me I have depression (gee, insightful), should see a psychologist (ahahahano.), may have a weird form of narcolepsy, and finally, stick a needle into my arm so they can see if my thyroid sucks at its job, which it very well might.
My entire left inner elbow is black and green and HURTS IF I MOVE IT.
I NEED THAT ELBOW TO CROOK BOOKS INTO.
THIS IS SO INCREDIBLY INCONVENIENT. (My body's response to stress?
Nervous system: "Okay! Okay! EVERYBODY STOP WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING! STOP, NO MATTER HOW IMPORTANT IT IS! SURPRISE VACAAAATIOOOON!"
Everything else: "YAY! ;;runs off to Maui, goes seadiving and watches colourful fish that move a lot.;;"
Minithesis: ";;sobs uncontrollably and assimilates into the unconscious all dejected-like.;;")
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Rebecca Fiske, forgive me for the disjointed, migraine-stuttered thing unto which you are about to receive.
It has decided to
1. be entirely unresponsive to medication;
2. give me a fucking killer migraine so I can't listen to music, watch a movie, have any lights on, or WORK ON THE MINITHESIS---I feel like a brain in a vat full of PAIN and DESCARTES (ew);
3. is inexplicably nauseated;
4. won't fucking fall asleep.
SYERCGHWTESRYFGJHVDFGCJCFGFJCGCD! I NEEDED TO-DAY TO WORK! AND NOW IT'S GONE, AND FUCKING UP TO-MORROW! waerystddurteuuseesaseue!!! ;;tantrum, except not, because MOVING HURTS TOO MUCH.;;
I WANT TO HAVE CONTROL OVER MY FUCKING BODY AND IT'S NOT COOPERATING AND THIS. IS. NOT. FUCKING. FUN. TWITCH. MAJOR. TWITCH. I CAN'T AFFORD THIS.
In other news, I'm getting a sleep test done in Worcestor over October break. I also got to get dragged into Worcestor to-day so a doctor could tell me I have depression (gee, insightful), should see a psychologist (ahahahano.), may have a weird form of narcolepsy, and finally, stick a needle into my arm so they can see if my thyroid sucks at its job, which it very well might.
My entire left inner elbow is black and green and HURTS IF I MOVE IT.
I NEED THAT ELBOW TO CROOK BOOKS INTO.
THIS IS SO INCREDIBLY INCONVENIENT. (My body's response to stress?
Nervous system: "Okay! Okay! EVERYBODY STOP WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING! STOP, NO MATTER HOW IMPORTANT IT IS! SURPRISE VACAAAATIOOOON!"
Everything else: "YAY! ;;runs off to Maui, goes seadiving and watches colourful fish that move a lot.;;"
Minithesis: ";;sobs uncontrollably and assimilates into the unconscious all dejected-like.;;")
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Rebecca Fiske, forgive me for the disjointed, migraine-stuttered thing unto which you are about to receive.