God loves a sicky
Nov. 9th, 2004 05:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
devilgrrlI feel like shit. I felt like shit to the point that when my mom insisted I make a doctor's appointment (she was convinced I had meningitis), I let her. No bitching, no arguing, no nothing.
Well, it is kind of hard to argue when you've lost your voice, but still.
I have the stupid creeping death that's going around the schools. Steven had it Sunday. I can expect to feel like ass for the next 36 hours. Bah. I also have a gross eye infection which I now have an ointment for. More bah.
Laura's doctor is a blithering idiot. Not all hypertension is weight based.
I'd write more pissy babbling, but Steven is cooking me dinner, it's almost done, and it smells damn good. Well, what I can smell.
Well, it is kind of hard to argue when you've lost your voice, but still.
I have the stupid creeping death that's going around the schools. Steven had it Sunday. I can expect to feel like ass for the next 36 hours. Bah. I also have a gross eye infection which I now have an ointment for. More bah.
Laura's doctor is a blithering idiot. Not all hypertension is weight based.
I'd write more pissy babbling, but Steven is cooking me dinner, it's almost done, and it smells damn good. Well, what I can smell.
