dear gods i'm such a clutz
ok, so it all started when i went to treasure chest to pick up mom, i fell over a chair, landed on my back and the chair next to the one i landed on landed on top of me, so my back's KILLING me, and my ancle hurts, and my dumb ass does'nt even bother to make a complaint, because i'm too hurt and annoyed to deal with all their bullshit.
when we get hom, since christmas and ana's birthday are comming up, i ask mom what she did with all the presents that i never gave ana last year (she got tons, from me and everyone else, she was just supposed to have a third birthday party at chuck-e-cheese that just never happened because of her "daddy's" untimely demise and everything that went with it) so i could check the sizes on the clothes to make sure they'd still fit and re-wrap them all christmasy to go with some other things we're getting her for xmas and b-day. mom SWEARS she moved them into my room, so i scour it top to bottom, no large bag with pink covered packages to be seen (and in MY room, that much pink would stand out), so she checks her room and yet AGAIN swears they're in myroom, so this time i go over it with a fine-tooth comb, only to slip on something and give my happy ass a concussion and a couple of cuts on my forehead by hitting it against the bedframe.
so now i have the immense pleasure of a massive headache that won't go away, and so far i have passed out like 4 times for no apparent reason other than that i must have fucked up something in my head... i really should go to a doctor, but i HATEdoctors, they always wanna cut me into a zillion pieces, but after the fourth time both dad and danielle said they're callin 911 wethr i like it or not if it happens again. hey, at least then i might actually get something to make this blasted headache go away..
needless to say i am off of work until all this stops, no on wants a passed out jonelle behind the wheel of a truck, least of all me.... I'd never forgive myself if i was stubborn enough to drive knowing i should'nt and wound up killing someone for it. and of course, i now look like a battered housewife and i have no idea if i'll be able to return to work in time to pay my insurance, but i suppose i'll figure something out, i always do. if nothing else i can go even further into debt with dad (soon i'll owe him my death to cover all i owe him, sad that i'm worth far far far far FAR more dead than alive)....
nothing else to report, been confined to these walls for days and am going mad because of it (I AM VERY CLAUSTROPHOBIC!!!)...... i hope you're all doing better than i am.... i love you all.. **huggles, snuggles, n kisses**
when we get hom, since christmas and ana's birthday are comming up, i ask mom what she did with all the presents that i never gave ana last year (she got tons, from me and everyone else, she was just supposed to have a third birthday party at chuck-e-cheese that just never happened because of her "daddy's" untimely demise and everything that went with it) so i could check the sizes on the clothes to make sure they'd still fit and re-wrap them all christmasy to go with some other things we're getting her for xmas and b-day. mom SWEARS she moved them into my room, so i scour it top to bottom, no large bag with pink covered packages to be seen (and in MY room, that much pink would stand out), so she checks her room and yet AGAIN swears they're in myroom, so this time i go over it with a fine-tooth comb, only to slip on something and give my happy ass a concussion and a couple of cuts on my forehead by hitting it against the bedframe.
so now i have the immense pleasure of a massive headache that won't go away, and so far i have passed out like 4 times for no apparent reason other than that i must have fucked up something in my head... i really should go to a doctor, but i HATEdoctors, they always wanna cut me into a zillion pieces, but after the fourth time both dad and danielle said they're callin 911 wethr i like it or not if it happens again. hey, at least then i might actually get something to make this blasted headache go away..
needless to say i am off of work until all this stops, no on wants a passed out jonelle behind the wheel of a truck, least of all me.... I'd never forgive myself if i was stubborn enough to drive knowing i should'nt and wound up killing someone for it. and of course, i now look like a battered housewife and i have no idea if i'll be able to return to work in time to pay my insurance, but i suppose i'll figure something out, i always do. if nothing else i can go even further into debt with dad (soon i'll owe him my death to cover all i owe him, sad that i'm worth far far far far FAR more dead than alive)....
nothing else to report, been confined to these walls for days and am going mad because of it (I AM VERY CLAUSTROPHOBIC!!!)...... i hope you're all doing better than i am.... i love you all.. **huggles, snuggles, n kisses**