18:53; 8:33
In response to my last post, it wasn't my mom I was out to criticize. I posted it as a memory for myself. The only thing that really really really pissed me off about her was during the part it got hard to talk...near the beginning. Here I am, shivering, naked, struggling to breathe, and she says, "you know, exercise would help this." I wanted to cuss her out yelling "fuck you, just because I don't fucking look like a supermodel doesn't mean you shouldn't help me you bitch". But I couldn't. One comment about the hospital thing. I wanted to go, but it's my fault I didn't. I guess I couldn't yell how much I wanted to go for long enough. I guess I only yelled "help, someone, get help, pain, hospital," for 10 minutes. Maybe it wasn't loud enough. Dumb me. ^_^;;. As to what Dr. Kevin said. "think about homework or scratch your elbows. Don't think about the pain." I guess he assumed it was crapms. Well motherfuck! If it was cramps then the devil be saved. My mom was standing out side the door while my dad was rushing, trying to help, she was telling me how women in our family sometimes get such bad cramps that they needed valium and morphine and shit from the hospoital. Well shit mom... ever thought I might be one of them?! I don't know what it was, in my heart, I think it was a combination of cramps and food poisoning. But it's just a theory. So yeah, if I collapse again, don't expect me at school!
Ps. Being plugged into a wall all day sucks major ass. I finished the book; Thanks Aubery! Nessa, got anymore dutchboys? I can use them to combat whatever the hell has been going on.
Ps. Being plugged into a wall all day sucks major ass. I finished the book; Thanks Aubery! Nessa, got anymore dutchboys? I can use them to combat whatever the hell has been going on.