Um....? Why does the universe hate me today?
Good effing lord.
So I had a rabies shot where Riki bit me on the hand. It was perhaps the most painful shot I have ever received in my life, but it was necessary. The next day my hand was swollen, I ran a low-grade fever, and felt generally shitty. Had to go back to the doctor, who said "sometimes this happens," bandaged me, and gave me a sling. Now, the swelling's gone down, but for reasons unknown the bite - or the vaccination site, I can't tell - is infected because I still have a fever, the whole hand is stiff and won't move a lot, and the bite area's sort of red and....hot. o_0 Good times. Back to the doctor I go.
On top of this, the move has shot my finances all to shit during this most commercial of seasons, my mother is furious at me that I won't be home for Christmas, I'm still readjusting to living in the States, and Sarah's ex-boyfriend is in town (fyi: he's fucking beautiful and brilliant, with deer-eyes and chocolate-brown hair and not a hair out of place. They ended on good terms. Excellent.). I want to throw up (I think from the sick), I have sixteen voicemails I refuse to answer because I know they're from Mom, and two of my friends are going through really hard times (one just has a lot of unfair shit going down, and the other just got dumped by her partner of three and a half years).
What I want? To crawl over to Sarah's despite feeling pathetic and inferior, lay my head in her lap, try not to cry, and listen while she tells me that everything is going to be okay and I am beautiful and liked and necessary. Only she just got out of the hospital, she's tired and under stress, and I don't want to have to think about Mr. Ex-Boyfriend.
So what am I doing? Sitting here eating my third bowl of Cheerio's, curled up under a blanket brooding, and hoping I can get the damn doctor's appt. over with so I can just crawl in bed and go to sleep.
So I had a rabies shot where Riki bit me on the hand. It was perhaps the most painful shot I have ever received in my life, but it was necessary. The next day my hand was swollen, I ran a low-grade fever, and felt generally shitty. Had to go back to the doctor, who said "sometimes this happens," bandaged me, and gave me a sling. Now, the swelling's gone down, but for reasons unknown the bite - or the vaccination site, I can't tell - is infected because I still have a fever, the whole hand is stiff and won't move a lot, and the bite area's sort of red and....hot. o_0 Good times. Back to the doctor I go.
On top of this, the move has shot my finances all to shit during this most commercial of seasons, my mother is furious at me that I won't be home for Christmas, I'm still readjusting to living in the States, and Sarah's ex-boyfriend is in town (fyi: he's fucking beautiful and brilliant, with deer-eyes and chocolate-brown hair and not a hair out of place. They ended on good terms. Excellent.). I want to throw up (I think from the sick), I have sixteen voicemails I refuse to answer because I know they're from Mom, and two of my friends are going through really hard times (one just has a lot of unfair shit going down, and the other just got dumped by her partner of three and a half years).
What I want? To crawl over to Sarah's despite feeling pathetic and inferior, lay my head in her lap, try not to cry, and listen while she tells me that everything is going to be okay and I am beautiful and liked and necessary. Only she just got out of the hospital, she's tired and under stress, and I don't want to have to think about Mr. Ex-Boyfriend.
So what am I doing? Sitting here eating my third bowl of Cheerio's, curled up under a blanket brooding, and hoping I can get the damn doctor's appt. over with so I can just crawl in bed and go to sleep.