Jan 03, 2007 00:56
So my foot hurts. Really, it's just my toe.
Why?
'cause today I had an appointment with the doctor to look at my toe. It's had been pretty swollen and gross looking, and it was pussy and stuff and basically gross.
So I go in, and immiediately he's like, yup. In-grown Toenail. And it's infected.
Sweet! So I got the toenail removed and tonight I started antibiotics. And tomorrow I start allegra.
When I went into the doctor's before Christmas to get checked up, 'cause I was feeling really tired and all kinds of other stuff I got tests. So I checked them today after I got done with the foot doctor. He said basically, from the tests that were taken, I have been living with mono, and that at the time the tests were taken my body was beating it back.
So maybe for another month, I'm living with mono. Yay!
So what else happened?
Um, I got home and asked questions about where my dad gets my brothers meds blah blah, 'cause I needed to get prescriptions filled. And my step-brother notices that I have my ear pierced. My stepmom begins to start drama at this point.
Basically, she's like "you know your dad's gonna get mad". And I said, "yea?" and it was just like "I know, and maybe I'll be able to reason with the beast" but you know she butts in everywhere, because she's trying to help. And I got a credit card in the mail from GAP which I setup with Courtney, which I was going to cancel once I got it.
Nope, she tells my dad, whom after getting home, stomps to my door like an angry animal and is like "Give it to me", and I don't respond very well to people who demand things from me. It's just not cool. I don't appreciate it. So I gave it to him. He cuts it up and tries to come back to me after destroying it, which I don't care about, but for some reason my father just irritated me. It was wierd.
But yea. Then my dad notices, or my stepmom told him about, my earring. He demands that I remove it and all this nonsense. Because according to my father, only girls can wear earrings. Only girls. Where is this a rule? Like ever?
I mean in his house, fine. But as soon as I step out his door, it goes in. And I have a spare in my car. So ya know.
I mean, I don't openly go out of my way to piss off my father. It's just a matter of, "HEY! I'm 19, not 6, your not 6 either dad!" And it was one of those kind've things. "I pay the bills so I make the rules!" True. But he couldn't even give me a reason when I was like "Ok, you win, I'll take my earring out. But, I would like a reason."
Ya know? Like if he told me I'd get some upper hand as to beating him with logic the next time he sees it in my ear. It's stupid.
I hate my dad sometimes. If it wasn't for stupid shit like that than maybe we'd get along. Maybe.
But yea. Outside of that, and the fact that my toe is throbbing like crazy, life is good. Most of the time.
Well, I'm gonna get to bed, I think.
But I'll talk to you kids later!
I'm out...