Entry #733- Ambitions are low and resentment rides high but emotions won't grow
Today was one of those days when you know that you really should just stay in bed and sleep until tomorrow. Unfortunately, that's not the way I was able to do things.
I got to school admittedly much later than I had originally planned, but was totally fine with it, because it's not as if I was going to spend my time doing anything productive anyways. Choir was fine... it's just choir. We sang mixed today which threw me off at some points, but I think that overall I recovered okay. Better than I normally would, so that's saying something. And that something is that maybe I should be sick all the time, because I was doing okay today. I learned that Talley is most definitely a spanglish speaker, because he likes to put weird vowel sounds where they don't belong. So it was a collaborative effort of Chris, Janay, and myself to teach the choir the right way to say the lyrics. Econ was meh. I did pretty well on the test, not as well as I may have liked, but it was only one point and so I still got an A, I'm not really complaining. Daniel isn't as funny as he used to be... maybe I was just that desperate last week. Who knows?
Lunch was okay, but I think this is when my day became exponentially worse, although I wouldn't have known at the time. About half-way through lunch my vision started doing weird thing... I couldn't focus (vision, not attention) very well and then my right eye seemed like it just wasn't working. It was bizzare. Emily and I ran in circles around the group and I think that might've been the last straw for my body. By the time I walked outside the chem room, I could barely string three words together- just ask Ellen and Mallory. It was... frightening, to say the least, but I thought that it would pass. When I sat down in my seat, a splitting headache came over me, along with not being able to focus. Shortly after that, I started to feel rather nauseous... and when I spoke briefly with Elise, I definitely knew that I was having my once-regular dizzy spells when I feel like I'm watching myself from a third person view. It's weird, and I don't care for the sensation much... and this time was definitely worse than any of the other times I've had this.
After school, I had to hightail it out of the school to get home so that I could go to the ortho and have them fix my jaw problems and then to work shortly after that. I was almost in tears by the time my mom saw me and she urged me to take some medicine. For the first time in a long while, I heeded her advice and took some tylenol. The it was off to the ortho to check out what is wrong with my jaw.
Turns out that my mouth doesn't open all the way the right way anymore, there's a lot of popping and such, which is really bad. And guess what? I can't chew gum anymore. Ever. I'm so sad about that. I like gum. But... at the same time, I would like to have a fully-functioning jaw, so I suppose I will just have to suck it up and find some good mints. They're going to give me a splint (I didn't know they could do that for teeth...) and make me do some physical therapy things. Bah to that. And then he said that he may have to move some teeth again. Oh joy. Because I just adored having painful contraptions in my mouth the first time. It's all backwards because Dave should be the one with all the insanely wierd problems- he's the one who doesn't wear his retainer ever or anything... I wear mine religiously every night. But... thus is life.
Went to work, which was pretty standard. Nothing is every much of a surprise anymore, so whatever.
And now I have about a billion and five things to do and about negative two hours to do it all. Or at least that's how I feel.
And I still have a minimal apetite. In the past few days, I have no urge to eat more than one meal. It's weird. And I know I should eat more, but it just makes me want to throw up anyway. Who knows?
Manda
I got to school admittedly much later than I had originally planned, but was totally fine with it, because it's not as if I was going to spend my time doing anything productive anyways. Choir was fine... it's just choir. We sang mixed today which threw me off at some points, but I think that overall I recovered okay. Better than I normally would, so that's saying something. And that something is that maybe I should be sick all the time, because I was doing okay today. I learned that Talley is most definitely a spanglish speaker, because he likes to put weird vowel sounds where they don't belong. So it was a collaborative effort of Chris, Janay, and myself to teach the choir the right way to say the lyrics. Econ was meh. I did pretty well on the test, not as well as I may have liked, but it was only one point and so I still got an A, I'm not really complaining. Daniel isn't as funny as he used to be... maybe I was just that desperate last week. Who knows?
Lunch was okay, but I think this is when my day became exponentially worse, although I wouldn't have known at the time. About half-way through lunch my vision started doing weird thing... I couldn't focus (vision, not attention) very well and then my right eye seemed like it just wasn't working. It was bizzare. Emily and I ran in circles around the group and I think that might've been the last straw for my body. By the time I walked outside the chem room, I could barely string three words together- just ask Ellen and Mallory. It was... frightening, to say the least, but I thought that it would pass. When I sat down in my seat, a splitting headache came over me, along with not being able to focus. Shortly after that, I started to feel rather nauseous... and when I spoke briefly with Elise, I definitely knew that I was having my once-regular dizzy spells when I feel like I'm watching myself from a third person view. It's weird, and I don't care for the sensation much... and this time was definitely worse than any of the other times I've had this.
After school, I had to hightail it out of the school to get home so that I could go to the ortho and have them fix my jaw problems and then to work shortly after that. I was almost in tears by the time my mom saw me and she urged me to take some medicine. For the first time in a long while, I heeded her advice and took some tylenol. The it was off to the ortho to check out what is wrong with my jaw.
Turns out that my mouth doesn't open all the way the right way anymore, there's a lot of popping and such, which is really bad. And guess what? I can't chew gum anymore. Ever. I'm so sad about that. I like gum. But... at the same time, I would like to have a fully-functioning jaw, so I suppose I will just have to suck it up and find some good mints. They're going to give me a splint (I didn't know they could do that for teeth...) and make me do some physical therapy things. Bah to that. And then he said that he may have to move some teeth again. Oh joy. Because I just adored having painful contraptions in my mouth the first time. It's all backwards because Dave should be the one with all the insanely wierd problems- he's the one who doesn't wear his retainer ever or anything... I wear mine religiously every night. But... thus is life.
Went to work, which was pretty standard. Nothing is every much of a surprise anymore, so whatever.
And now I have about a billion and five things to do and about negative two hours to do it all. Or at least that's how I feel.
And I still have a minimal apetite. In the past few days, I have no urge to eat more than one meal. It's weird. And I know I should eat more, but it just makes me want to throw up anyway. Who knows?
Manda