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I'm not home right now. If you were looking I've gone over to Kathy's for my very first day of work. It's weird to be using a better computer amd yet a ready old keyboard and monitor. Got me a cup of coffee too. I had a begal sammich, but I ate that before I signed on here. It's not like I want to get cheese or whatever on Kathy's stuff.
Anyway, I haven't been up to to much. I was sick Friday. Just BAM. Horribly sick. I woke up at 6 something in the morning just to hurl. Didn't eat all day long and slept on and off all day on the couch. I got a lot of head scratches from Mom since I felt like crap. Then later that night of not eating or drinking much I ate some crackers which was fine. It was when my mom gave me some juice I got really sick. Was sitting upstiars in the bathroom for a while until Mom came up to see if I was okay. I stood up with a little sway and stopped dead in front of the door. I had this look on my face when I looked at Mom and took a step back. And I swear with every step back I felt worse. And when I was standing next to the tolet I just lost it. I well, you know.. Tried aiming the best I could since it's not that hard. and yet somehow I ended up getting the rim. Which made it splat just about everywhere. I didn't even know just how bad. I just saw the tolet, the floor, and the wall next to the rim. And to top it all off that I puked so hard that it pressed on my bladder so hard that... Well, I'm sure you can fill in the blank.
While Mom started to clean up, which made me cringe in thought since it was all red like blood, I got changed and flopped back on to the couch. When Mom finally came back down from cleaning the bathroom she seemed shocked that my mess was a lot bigger than we thought. She said I got it on both walls around the tolet, the floor, the rim, and the door. How the fuck I got the door --I'll never know. But she claimed I violently threw up and called it a night. Thank god she got some soda and other things to drink (since I hate plan water.) One of those things was some tea Bud suggested. Which was pretty good now that I think of it.
Thankfully I didn't hurl again after that, but I did feel better on Saturday. First thing I tried to eat was the cold chicken fingers I didn't eat Friday. Yeeah, I'm smart. Bleh. My stomach was kinda bleh, but I didn't get sick. Took a shower since I seriously needed one. Eh. Cold water felt great though. Didn't do much on Saturday either.
Sunday sucked in the sense I was looking forward to going to the movies but was told I couldn't go until Monday. And personally I'm getting tired of the Sunday Dinners.. I know it's only once a week, but it's just getting to that point where I just want to put a nail in my head. It just ends up blowing up and Mom-mom gets upset over nothing.. Though I am looking forward to getting my glasses this week at some point.
So right now I'm just waiting for the stuff to get here for Baba. Y'know a bed, wheelchair, and whatever else. But after I make sure the guy (ironicly named Jason) and whoever puts the stuff in here I can go back home. And tomorrow Baba comes home and I'll be here to take care of her. Though I think Kathy said she'd be here for a few days. Soo, yeah. That's why I'm not home right now. Catch yas latrz.