happy birthday to me -.-
You scored as Angel. Angel: Angels are the guardians of all things, from the smallest ant to the tallest tree. They give inspiration, love, hope, and positive emotion. They live among humans without being seen. They are the good in all things, and if you feel alone, don't fear. They are always watching. Often times they merely stand by, whispering into the ears of those who feel lost. They would love nothing more then to reveal themselves, but in today's society, this would bring havoc and many unneeded questions. Give thanks to all things beautiful, for you are an Angel.
Angel
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Faerie
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Mermaid
67%
Dragon
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WereWolf
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Demon
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"Something bad always happens on my birthday. I'm just going to lock myself in the house and not leave."
"No, this year you're going to have a good birthday, I promise. I'm taking you out this year, all day. Just wait, it's a surprise. It's going to be great."
"I'm telling you; something bad always happens. Mark my word."
Those were my exact words. Anyone who knows me knows the validity of this statement; year after year, something horrible always happens on my birthday, no matter how I try to avoid it, or what promises people make to me in the meantime. No, this curse is something I can't escape, it always happens, and it always will. The most I can do is stay inside and alone, lock my doors and try to control the losses.
it was 12:39 when I looked down at the pale green numbers of the car's clock, and laughed softly to myself. Just as we were pulling into the hospital parking lot, the realization dawned and I looked over to Meghan with a satisified, sardonic little laugh, "Hey ... it's my birthday. I'm twenty today."
"Heh ... Well, happy birthday."
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I spent the last three days in a hospital, sleeping hunched over in a chair, next to Mike's bed. He'd had mononucleosis for awhile now, and around 10:00 on september 27th he started coughing up blood. Meghan drove us both to the emergency room. We were taken in rather quickly, and I thought we'd be out quickly.
Oh, how wrong I was.
Mike was literally writhing in pain on the doctor's bench in that dark little room, the bitter cold of te hospital biting at my bare toes and sending chill bumps up my legs. He kept hacking up blood, with chunks of brown in the sputum, holding his head and kicking the bench.
We sat like that, miserable in that cold, dark little room for six hours. The doctor and nurse were in and out, taking blood and swabs and looking down his throat, then rushing off to tend to one of the many other patients. Six hours I leaned back in that rigid, uncomfortable plastic chair as Mike told me it was okay; I could go home.
Six hours. Happy birthday to me.
It wasn't over though; he was diagnosed with strep, mono and pneumonia ALL AT THE SAME TIME. He was admitted into the hospital, finally getting an open room at 7 AM on the 28th. He laid down in the bed and started to get some uneasy sleep, being drugged up now on perkiset and finally able to relax. I sat down in an only slightly more comfortable hospital chair, leaned forward and laid my head on the bed, in front of his knees, and slowly closed my eyes. I hadn't eaten for a long time, but I didn't have the energy to get up and track down a snack machine, and besides that, all I had was a twenty on me. Sleep didn't come easy, and when it finally came, it was short.
I slept five hours, and woke up with one hell of a back ache.
And for three miserable days I slept like that, with one single thin blanket, curled up in a chair with wooden arm rests. If it hadn't been for Jew getting me a DS for my birthday, I probably would have lost my mind. As it was, the long hours waiting for test results and nurses worked my nerves to no end, and I was thankful for the company of Jew, and even Wes once, and the fact my granma brought me food. She's really the best granma in the whole world.
The nurses and doctors were nice enough, but the stupid ones were really, really stupid. Like when they forgot to give him a CT scan, and instead gave him an ultra sound, costing us another twelve hours in that hell hole. or the nurse who tried to tell me to leave. Fuck that.
Mike tried to tell me to leave too, but I wouldn't have it. If the situations were reversed, he'd do the same thing for me. I didn't leave him the entire time, I couldn't, it wouldn't have felt right to leave him in a bed alone in a cold hospital, tethered to a machine that pumped antibiotics into his veins.
i took my first shower in three days today. It was amazing. I ate food that wasn't prepared by part time hospital workers. We just ordered pizza, and now we're going to eat it and watch Willow, since I still haven't seen it and he insists I should.
it's so goddamn great to be home.
Well anyways ... Thats where I've been; hell on earth. Happy homecoming me :D