I am a Horrible Blogger
We finally got internet up here at the studio, although it's fairly slow DSL and the computer's not the fastest in the world.
Lostsa shit has happened. Condensing time, lesse, I had my first kiss, I'm going out with Joseph now, I transfered out of honors history because the projects were just too much for me to handle...
More recently, though, I made an interesting little discovery. Our early suspicions were correct: I am indeed very allergic to coconut. This was confirmed after I ate a rather large amount of the stuff. I missed almost the entire week of school. I'm turning sixteen on October 6, and I was going to go to San Fransisco with my dad with those first class tickets he won, but it was so bad that on Friday night I decided to cancel at the last minute. It turns out that the tickets can just be rescheduled to Spring Break, but he didn't know that. We had a loud argument, and I just sort of snapped. One second I was sobbing, the next I was giggling my ass off. Ended up coming over to mom's, but I forgot my GBASP charger, and since there's no way to just put in some fucking double-A's, I am now without GBA until I go back there. MAH POKEMON. ;-;
The doctors weren't entirely sure what this was, so to be safe they took me off my Zoloft, put me on Prozac, put me on Zyrtek, and now have me on these steroid thingies with Benadryl on the evenings. I have so many different drugs in my system right now it's just like woah what the fuck, please? Seriously, they didn't need to fuck with my meds this much, did they? Did they really?
I know people go through intense suffering all over the world, but in the end, the pain we are most attune to is our own, and let me tell you, the itching and aching and stinging I have felt this past week, it's been enough to nearly drive me mad. I couldn't think about anything else, no matter how hard I tried. It was just too all-encompasing for me. This has been the most intense mix of itching and pain I have ever felt in my entire life. Thankfully, it's finally beginning to wear off. The places where the rash was, namely FUCKING EVERYWHERE, are now only red, flakey, and extremely dry, which is a more managable itching. The only nearly infectious, pussy, HOLYSHITIT'SEATINGMYBRAIN itching is left in my hands, along with a lot of popped blisters that make washing my hands hell.
What's wierd is that I've also gotten a miniscule taste of what it's like to, instead of trying to distract yourself from your pain, focus on it, and put the pain to use on bolstering your will power to, oh, say, not start madly clawing at the oozing mass of stinking flesh that is your left hand.
Too graphic? Sorry.
But seriously this stuff stinks.
It's like
infectious stinky oozey BLEAH. But you know, at least now it's only coming from a few spots on my hands instead of oozing from every pore, INCLUDING THOSE ON MY LIPS. Ye GODS that made eating uncomfortable.
But anyway.
Uh, yeah. Bedtime.
Lostsa shit has happened. Condensing time, lesse, I had my first kiss, I'm going out with Joseph now, I transfered out of honors history because the projects were just too much for me to handle...
More recently, though, I made an interesting little discovery. Our early suspicions were correct: I am indeed very allergic to coconut. This was confirmed after I ate a rather large amount of the stuff. I missed almost the entire week of school. I'm turning sixteen on October 6, and I was going to go to San Fransisco with my dad with those first class tickets he won, but it was so bad that on Friday night I decided to cancel at the last minute. It turns out that the tickets can just be rescheduled to Spring Break, but he didn't know that. We had a loud argument, and I just sort of snapped. One second I was sobbing, the next I was giggling my ass off. Ended up coming over to mom's, but I forgot my GBASP charger, and since there's no way to just put in some fucking double-A's, I am now without GBA until I go back there. MAH POKEMON. ;-;
The doctors weren't entirely sure what this was, so to be safe they took me off my Zoloft, put me on Prozac, put me on Zyrtek, and now have me on these steroid thingies with Benadryl on the evenings. I have so many different drugs in my system right now it's just like woah what the fuck, please? Seriously, they didn't need to fuck with my meds this much, did they? Did they really?
I know people go through intense suffering all over the world, but in the end, the pain we are most attune to is our own, and let me tell you, the itching and aching and stinging I have felt this past week, it's been enough to nearly drive me mad. I couldn't think about anything else, no matter how hard I tried. It was just too all-encompasing for me. This has been the most intense mix of itching and pain I have ever felt in my entire life. Thankfully, it's finally beginning to wear off. The places where the rash was, namely FUCKING EVERYWHERE, are now only red, flakey, and extremely dry, which is a more managable itching. The only nearly infectious, pussy, HOLYSHITIT'SEATINGMYBRAIN itching is left in my hands, along with a lot of popped blisters that make washing my hands hell.
What's wierd is that I've also gotten a miniscule taste of what it's like to, instead of trying to distract yourself from your pain, focus on it, and put the pain to use on bolstering your will power to, oh, say, not start madly clawing at the oozing mass of stinking flesh that is your left hand.
Too graphic? Sorry.
But seriously this stuff stinks.
It's like
infectious stinky oozey BLEAH. But you know, at least now it's only coming from a few spots on my hands instead of oozing from every pore, INCLUDING THOSE ON MY LIPS. Ye GODS that made eating uncomfortable.
But anyway.
Uh, yeah. Bedtime.