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Last night we went to the livestock show and rodeo, sans rodeo (why do I keep typing rodea?). By the time we got there, the only animals that were still out to see were the cows, but that was okay because they were all really pretty ones. (I ♥ cows, in case you didn't know.)
I spent too much money, mostly on food since prices are so high for everything at the carnival, but it was fun and I don't regret a thing. We had turkey legs, sausage on a stick, cotton candy, roasted corn, gyro (yeah I know it's weird, they had Chinese chicken kabobs, too) and candy apples, which I had never had before. I know it may not be very healthy, but food is something that triggers memories for me, or at least the remnants of feelings. And there are some things you just have to eat at certain places, like a carnival. But we didn't get funnel cake. Blasphemy, I know. But we were kinda full.
We all bought unlimited rides for $20, which was kind of a waste for me because I'm a big wimp and cowered on most of the rides fearing for my life. I would feel a lot safer on the same rides if they were at an amusement park where they were, y'know, stationary and not portable. At least I make an excellent date to a carnival; I'd cling onto whomever brought me and we wouldn't even have to go through the haunted house.
I bought the most ridiculous belt buckle ever. No, seriously you guys. This is epic ridiculousness. And no, it wasn't the Hello Kitty or Dora the Explorer buckles (though those were options available to us). It's a giant 3D star surrounded by shiny rhinestones and I totally bought it for A) cosplay B) Decora and C) raves. There is no other word other than ridiculous.
My only problem was that the guy who sold me the sausage on a stick wouldn't give me a fucking tortilla, even though I said I'd buy one for a dollar extra. He said he couldn't sell them like that. Which, while aggravating, is fine, I guess, since it probably had to do with health code regulations and permits and things, but he didn't have to be such a jerk about it. I just hate it when people are unnecessarily rude. I know it's human to make mistakes, and boy I know I've made that one in the past, but it's really annoying.
Well okay, that and over-estimating how many carbs I ate and taking too much insulin and waking up in the middle of the night on auto-pilot for sugar. That kinda blew. And the resulting high this morning sucked also.
So as I'm writing this I should be in class, but I figure I'm allowed a few youthful flights of fancy (which I may take advantage of too often) while I can, since I know once I have a job I can't just take off willy-nilly. I have House and Ugly Betty to catch up on, not to mention Kuroshitsuji, an anime Jessi raved to me about, to watch, as well as finish my newest obsession, the US version of Queer as Folk. I was so worried about watching that since I liked the original UK version so much, but I think this version is actually better. And the guys are hotter. Even if Brian's chin and Justin's lips (or is it his teeth? I can't be sure) and hair after season one bother the hell out of me. I see way too much of myself in Michael, except I'm not as hot and not quite as into comics as he is. I also have the first season of Oz to watch once I get the time and courage.
I just got a call from my registrar (oops, busted) which I let go to voicemail. Something about my doctor's note? I dunno what the hell their problem is, they need to fuck off already.
Mentioning the doctor's note is an excellent segue into why I was in the hospital and missed most of Ikki. I was having trouble breathing and was scared I had bruised or broken a rib as a result of wearing a corset for Chun Li, or even worse, punctured a lung. So after finding no help at either the hotel or with the con staff (not having a medical booth is really unacceptable at a con of that size), I was forced to call 911. They came and got me and took me in, where they found out I was in kedoacidosis, which is what they kept me for. I don't know if my insulin pod wasn't working or if it was stress or what, but even though I kept giving myself extra insulin and not eating, my sugars wouldn't go down. I almost told them to go screw themselves since all they could do would be to give me insulin and fluids, and I can take shots and drink water at the con, thank you very much. But I got talked into staying, which was probably the mature decision. It was the more effective one anyway. Can't really give yourself saline drips with electrolytes and home. At least I couldn't.
I feel like I've felt like shit these past few months, and I think my LJ unfortunately reflects that. With being on and off so many different pills for so many different things, I don't think I've really been myself with all the chemical influxes and effluxes. I'd like to think that I'm getting back to myself now that all the doctors have settled on what they're pouring into my body, at least for now. So I'm sorry if I've been cranky and emo and anything else.
I spent too much money, mostly on food since prices are so high for everything at the carnival, but it was fun and I don't regret a thing. We had turkey legs, sausage on a stick, cotton candy, roasted corn, gyro (yeah I know it's weird, they had Chinese chicken kabobs, too) and candy apples, which I had never had before. I know it may not be very healthy, but food is something that triggers memories for me, or at least the remnants of feelings. And there are some things you just have to eat at certain places, like a carnival. But we didn't get funnel cake. Blasphemy, I know. But we were kinda full.
We all bought unlimited rides for $20, which was kind of a waste for me because I'm a big wimp and cowered on most of the rides fearing for my life. I would feel a lot safer on the same rides if they were at an amusement park where they were, y'know, stationary and not portable. At least I make an excellent date to a carnival; I'd cling onto whomever brought me and we wouldn't even have to go through the haunted house.
I bought the most ridiculous belt buckle ever. No, seriously you guys. This is epic ridiculousness. And no, it wasn't the Hello Kitty or Dora the Explorer buckles (though those were options available to us). It's a giant 3D star surrounded by shiny rhinestones and I totally bought it for A) cosplay B) Decora and C) raves. There is no other word other than ridiculous.
My only problem was that the guy who sold me the sausage on a stick wouldn't give me a fucking tortilla, even though I said I'd buy one for a dollar extra. He said he couldn't sell them like that. Which, while aggravating, is fine, I guess, since it probably had to do with health code regulations and permits and things, but he didn't have to be such a jerk about it. I just hate it when people are unnecessarily rude. I know it's human to make mistakes, and boy I know I've made that one in the past, but it's really annoying.
Well okay, that and over-estimating how many carbs I ate and taking too much insulin and waking up in the middle of the night on auto-pilot for sugar. That kinda blew. And the resulting high this morning sucked also.
So as I'm writing this I should be in class, but I figure I'm allowed a few youthful flights of fancy (which I may take advantage of too often) while I can, since I know once I have a job I can't just take off willy-nilly. I have House and Ugly Betty to catch up on, not to mention Kuroshitsuji, an anime Jessi raved to me about, to watch, as well as finish my newest obsession, the US version of Queer as Folk. I was so worried about watching that since I liked the original UK version so much, but I think this version is actually better. And the guys are hotter. Even if Brian's chin and Justin's lips (or is it his teeth? I can't be sure) and hair after season one bother the hell out of me. I see way too much of myself in Michael, except I'm not as hot and not quite as into comics as he is. I also have the first season of Oz to watch once I get the time and courage.
I just got a call from my registrar (oops, busted) which I let go to voicemail. Something about my doctor's note? I dunno what the hell their problem is, they need to fuck off already.
Mentioning the doctor's note is an excellent segue into why I was in the hospital and missed most of Ikki. I was having trouble breathing and was scared I had bruised or broken a rib as a result of wearing a corset for Chun Li, or even worse, punctured a lung. So after finding no help at either the hotel or with the con staff (not having a medical booth is really unacceptable at a con of that size), I was forced to call 911. They came and got me and took me in, where they found out I was in kedoacidosis, which is what they kept me for. I don't know if my insulin pod wasn't working or if it was stress or what, but even though I kept giving myself extra insulin and not eating, my sugars wouldn't go down. I almost told them to go screw themselves since all they could do would be to give me insulin and fluids, and I can take shots and drink water at the con, thank you very much. But I got talked into staying, which was probably the mature decision. It was the more effective one anyway. Can't really give yourself saline drips with electrolytes and home. At least I couldn't.
I feel like I've felt like shit these past few months, and I think my LJ unfortunately reflects that. With being on and off so many different pills for so many different things, I don't think I've really been myself with all the chemical influxes and effluxes. I'd like to think that I'm getting back to myself now that all the doctors have settled on what they're pouring into my body, at least for now. So I'm sorry if I've been cranky and emo and anything else.