I've been sick. I hate being sick. Sick on my vacation too with some ever-lasting cough that some damned doctor told me, when I finally went to one, is actually a sinus infection. Anti-biotics are supposed to fix me up straight but not until saturday-ish, according to my new doctor. I was sick of my old doctor and his stupid fuck up when I went to the hospital to have my appendix removed... (long boring story).
I guess maybe now wasn't the worst time to get really sick, since I was taking vacation anyway, but this week I've missed three days of work and am only getting paid for one of them. Which means two (actually three, because of some crazy shift-trade thing that was half-done and then cancelled... uhh, nevermind) days of no pay. On the plus side by the next time I work I shouldn't feel like I'm going to vomit a mixture of bile and snot up after every wonderful coughing fit.
Oh, and there's a girl on my futon that won't leave. I think she's sick too :P
I had to wake up early this morning, even though I'm sick. I had my second mid-term today, third one is thursday. I kicked this one's ass in about ten minutes and was the first one to leave, or should I say
strut out the door. Heh. I've already gotten my score back from my first mid-term and it was forty out of forty. Hooray. I was sitting in class with my test hidden in my folder wondering if the whole class Aced it, it was pretty easy, when the sorority girl who stole my book in my study group asked the teacher if anyone got 100%. (Hooray), so I sort of gripped my chair in anticipation and he said, "ummm, one, maybe there were two but the class did fairly well and blah blah." So now I get to gloat at my study group :P
I'm going to have to wake up early tomorrow morning too, go see my p-doc. Everyone thinks I'm manic and my therapist wanted me to go see her like two weeks ago. I haven't made an appointment with him since... I really should do that today. Probably right after I'm done writing this. Damnit, it's hard to be open and honest when I'm not being forced to, and I wasn't really then either. Better do it though, I mean it can't hurt. God damn therapists, back before I was banned from the mhsanctuary forums I used to get so pissed off reading about these stupid mini-dramas people had with there T's, thinking to myself what a joke all this drama was. Now I've got all this stupid fucking drama.
But I'm not going to write about it :p
My p-doc is going to change my medication somehow, I know it... Argh. She is so pill-happy, she just wants to put me on every fucking drug under the sun. I am currently on three things, were she to have her way it would be six. Six is too many things to be on. Three seems like a lot, but four I can deal with so long as it doesn't turn me into a zombie. Eh, I guess I'll just go and see what she thinks is best and try the whole horrible blind-trust thing you get to do with mental health professionals.
What else is going on...? Joe is mad at me because I wouldn't drive to his house at 10:30pm, smoke him out, then drive back arriving home around 12:30am when I was sick and had to (try to) work the next day. He's avoiding talking to me because of it. I guess it's a big deal to him because he's got all kinds of fucking anxiety problems he refuses to recognize and just treats with weed. Oh well, he's got a bottle of whiskey he can drink that. Not my fucking problem...
Oh, long ago I got
When It Falls by Zero 7, listened to it twice and put it on a shelf. Recently got it off the shelf for a few more listens and it's fantastic. Not as good as Simple Things but definately going into my car.
Now to call my T then lay in bed and listen to some music.
-Snowden
