Jen still concerned about health? NO WAI.
I had a weird dream last night that incorporated the hellishness of Chicago O'Hare, the frenzy of "OMG I forgot my cell phone charger," and ... some other weird shit that has been blurring the line between real life and dreams lately.
What are the chances of me having on a kind of headset that I use to play SOCOM to talk on my cell phone every second to Sam, whom I was apparently picking up (not being picked up by, as will be the case) at the airport? What are the chances of ten escalators down to the baggage claim, four of which only get there directly? What are the chances of the baggage claim carousels being in ... Roman numerals?
Yeah, I didn't think they were high either.
>_x
I'm so glad Maria and Jenna left, I have to study still. Two exams for the next two days at 8 in the morning, yaaaay.
I don't know what's going on with my health still, though I think I'm doing better sorting this out on my own than I ever could at home, having to drive to the doctor every time. Once I get back from Sam I'm going to try and rule out if it's the birth control pill doing this, because the list of side effects matches how I've been feeling almost perfectly, or if it's something else. Going back to the doctors tomorrow to rattle off my exhaustive medical history and how I've been feeling, hopefully be tested for something like hypoglycemia. I really don't want to be a walking weird case of some iffy syndrome that can't be treated, because I vicariously know how that feels.
And I know I've been posting a lot about this, but it angers me so much that just yesterday I went down to breakfast at fucking 1:30, felt the same, and I couldn't put my finger on it. It's just something I cannot control and I want it to stop, right now. Anxiety attacks caused by asthma attacks? Not so easy to control but understandable. Fear of falling over from weakness 'cause I'm hungry? Not rational in the least bit, because it happens when I'm standing there WAITING for my food to be cooked! Gah!
so yeah just repeating myself now. Can't stress how much I hate it and want to get out of this body sometimes.
Wow my LJ has been really downbeat lately. ._. I can't wait to go home, play with my crazy-ass Sakura, sleep in my own bed without actively hating Maria, and then go meet Sam. I'm even excited about the damn plane ride and the airport stuff beforehand because I love airports.
Yeargh, what are they doing next door? Shut the fuck up, I am reading my Oxford Study Bible. Way to study.