I'm fine, thanks for asking. . .
Most recent challenge: the flu. Doc thought it was strep, and when he said it wasn't, I said "good". He said "no, you'd rather have strep" and now I know why. He was also quoted to say that it was going to be the "miserable" and I'll "feel like I want to die". Yep, straight out of Doc's mouth.
Sitting in my room not having literally anything to do but down vicodan (since there's nothing they can do to CURE it, just releave the pain) and watch TV, I didn't get a goddamn phonecall (except for Robert). I've given up on this town and I've pretty much given up on my friends. I've called, I've written, I've tried to make contact, and it's just not happening. Eh. Maybe it's me.
Anyways, I'm sick, and I'm tired, and yet I'm at work, feeling miserable on top of miserable, and all I can think about is disappearing and being that person you randomly think about one day ("what did happen to that girl?") but that you never bother to find, because by that time, you won't be able to.
I know, I'm usually so positive and optimistic about things, but the flu took a turn from full recovery to more of an achy-pain stomach flu and it's not the most fun, so I'm going to be more bitchy. The doctor was right: I do feel like I want to die. I'm going to head home (when my shift is over in FOUR HOURS), but not before grabbing a can of spinach on the way. Nothing makes me feel better like a cold can of spinach. Then, I'll probably vomit, and go to sleep. One thing about not ever having any calls: your sleep doesn't get disturbed. That's a blessing in disguise. Or maybe I'll try to stay awake and play the Sims2. I don't know.
I want sushi and I'd like a million dollars and a vacation.
Sitting in my room not having literally anything to do but down vicodan (since there's nothing they can do to CURE it, just releave the pain) and watch TV, I didn't get a goddamn phonecall (except for Robert). I've given up on this town and I've pretty much given up on my friends. I've called, I've written, I've tried to make contact, and it's just not happening. Eh. Maybe it's me.
Anyways, I'm sick, and I'm tired, and yet I'm at work, feeling miserable on top of miserable, and all I can think about is disappearing and being that person you randomly think about one day ("what did happen to that girl?") but that you never bother to find, because by that time, you won't be able to.
I know, I'm usually so positive and optimistic about things, but the flu took a turn from full recovery to more of an achy-pain stomach flu and it's not the most fun, so I'm going to be more bitchy. The doctor was right: I do feel like I want to die. I'm going to head home (when my shift is over in FOUR HOURS), but not before grabbing a can of spinach on the way. Nothing makes me feel better like a cold can of spinach. Then, I'll probably vomit, and go to sleep. One thing about not ever having any calls: your sleep doesn't get disturbed. That's a blessing in disguise. Or maybe I'll try to stay awake and play the Sims2. I don't know.
I want sushi and I'd like a million dollars and a vacation.