Mommy, it hurts
That's it. No style, no pizazz, but there it is,...I hurt. I have a new blockage in my chestal/subclavean and I'm shooting heparin in my stomach and I have giant bruises the size of your average toy poodle and burst blood vessals in my face and track marks on my arms from the blood tests and yesterday I slipped in the kitchen and grabbed the counter awkwardly and sprained my wrist which doesn't have anything to do with what really hurts which is my chest and shoulder but just goes to show how great my timing is and my husband is afraid to touch me even though a hug isn't going to hurt, I mean its not like he's running through the house blindfolded and throwing knives and GODSDAMNIT, SWEET, BABY JEEBUS I HURT!!!
What does not help is trying to write a paper. It is due to today, and I just need to suck it up and get it done. I would say it is all too much, but it can't be. I have to do this other crap, and then I can take my sweet, sweet percoset, throw up, and fall asleep. No, wait, I should probably throw up first. Well, I'll work out the logistics later. Anyway, It is amazing what isn't too much when you just can't let it be too much.
What does not help is trying to write a paper. It is due to today, and I just need to suck it up and get it done. I would say it is all too much, but it can't be. I have to do this other crap, and then I can take my sweet, sweet percoset, throw up, and fall asleep. No, wait, I should probably throw up first. Well, I'll work out the logistics later. Anyway, It is amazing what isn't too much when you just can't let it be too much.