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I hate being sick.
Being sick throws all my emotions out of whack. I get mopey really easily, and snappish. (This frequently has to do with the fact that my mother is pestering me to take medicine, however, like Tylenol--for what? "Don't you hurt?" No...where would I hurt? I'm coughing and miserable, but my body doesn't hurt; what the hell good is a Tylenol going to do??)
But then there are times when I'm miserable she's not around either. I want her to come up here and fix me dinner and bring me things because I'm sick and she's fussy like that, so I can just be sick and whiny and miserable and not have to drag myself around the house and try to function. Like tomorrow, I have to go back to the doctor, and I'd really prefer just to have her drive me, sit at the doctor's office, and then take me home when I'm done so I don't have to think, "Hm, now where am I going?"
And to top it all off, I discovered a horrible thing today: I've lost my twenty-first birthday present, a diamond ring my parents bought me (real diamonds). :( I think I must have left it on when I went to bed and lost it somewhere there, but I've taken my bed apart (pretty literally) and haven't seen it. I'm trying to think about the last time I really saw it, but I don't know. I still have my class ring, and I always take them off and put them on together, so I'm sure I would have noticed it being missing if I had lost it somewhere where I'd taken them on or off. I'm just going to have to keep looking. But my roommate says now that her cat has been known to pilfer jewelry--and even though I don't think she (the cat) has been in my room without me being here, I can't be sure now.
On a good note, my roommate has had some promising news about her health, so I'm saying prayers for her there.
Bed now. Got to be to the doctor's by 10:45.
Being sick throws all my emotions out of whack. I get mopey really easily, and snappish. (This frequently has to do with the fact that my mother is pestering me to take medicine, however, like Tylenol--for what? "Don't you hurt?" No...where would I hurt? I'm coughing and miserable, but my body doesn't hurt; what the hell good is a Tylenol going to do??)
But then there are times when I'm miserable she's not around either. I want her to come up here and fix me dinner and bring me things because I'm sick and she's fussy like that, so I can just be sick and whiny and miserable and not have to drag myself around the house and try to function. Like tomorrow, I have to go back to the doctor, and I'd really prefer just to have her drive me, sit at the doctor's office, and then take me home when I'm done so I don't have to think, "Hm, now where am I going?"
And to top it all off, I discovered a horrible thing today: I've lost my twenty-first birthday present, a diamond ring my parents bought me (real diamonds). :( I think I must have left it on when I went to bed and lost it somewhere there, but I've taken my bed apart (pretty literally) and haven't seen it. I'm trying to think about the last time I really saw it, but I don't know. I still have my class ring, and I always take them off and put them on together, so I'm sure I would have noticed it being missing if I had lost it somewhere where I'd taken them on or off. I'm just going to have to keep looking. But my roommate says now that her cat has been known to pilfer jewelry--and even though I don't think she (the cat) has been in my room without me being here, I can't be sure now.
On a good note, my roommate has had some promising news about her health, so I'm saying prayers for her there.
Bed now. Got to be to the doctor's by 10:45.