uurgghhh
Man, that thing I mentioned last week about not being able to get comfortable in my own body, it's gotten worse. Very uncomfortable, very painful past few days. Went to doctor last night for tests: surprise, no sign of anything, and no idea what it is! WHY. WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN. WHY CAN'T WE TREAT (or even identify!) ANY MALADY. WE TRULY LIVE IN THE DARK AGES. WHAT THE FUCK.
In greater distress today, I left school early to go for further diagnostics. Lab was confused about doctor's orders, so it took forever, and who knows how long results will take. But I'm sure it will reveal perfect health and I will be referred to yet another medical practitioner who will say things like, "huh, weird," and "come back in ten weeks so I can say 'huh, weird' again."
I'm putting it out into the universe that this will not be forever and that I will actually recover from something for once, and get my life back.
It may be difficult to write while I power through this. For the time being I am huddled on the couch with my dinosaur and a paperback copy of The Hobbit, which is a small comfort, but I do have to work tomorrow and Friday which is going to suck so hard. Oh well. Let's hope that in as little as a week from now I'm feeling better and writing essays about secret passages and Santa paintings and crazy books again.
In greater distress today, I left school early to go for further diagnostics. Lab was confused about doctor's orders, so it took forever, and who knows how long results will take. But I'm sure it will reveal perfect health and I will be referred to yet another medical practitioner who will say things like, "huh, weird," and "come back in ten weeks so I can say 'huh, weird' again."
I'm putting it out into the universe that this will not be forever and that I will actually recover from something for once, and get my life back.
It may be difficult to write while I power through this. For the time being I am huddled on the couch with my dinosaur and a paperback copy of The Hobbit, which is a small comfort, but I do have to work tomorrow and Friday which is going to suck so hard. Oh well. Let's hope that in as little as a week from now I'm feeling better and writing essays about secret passages and Santa paintings and crazy books again.