A vacation that isn't.
I'm having a horrible vacation.
It's mostly due to my grandfather's wife (who is a gold-digging bitch of course). I think she's making me miserable on purpose. She yelled at me at dinner today - in a restaurant no less - because I had a stomach ache and therefore did not finish my dinner. The nerve I had! How dare my stomach disagree with me and say "no, please, no more pizza!"
Did I mention I'm sick? I'm weak, dizzy, and, oh right, I'm bleeding down there. Except its not my period, because I don't get those. Oh no, I'm not pregnant either (which is kind of hard, not having eggs or anything). Yep, just bleeding. Its wonderful. The last time this happened I passed out on the catwalk of the Univ of Winnipeg theatre and was sent to the hospital for surgery. It was great, let me tell you. I don't know what else they can do for me down there, but maybe I'll get lucky and whatever badness is going on will just spit itself out. Of my vagina.
The list of complaints I have about this so-called vacation could fill volumes. I'm a pretty positive person normally, but...
I just want to come home and hug my friends and go back to work :( OF course, if I tell my family that, they won't let me and I can only see things getting more tense/worse from there on in.
Le sigh.
I don't think I'm supposed to cry on my vacation.