My body is trying to kill me with bubbles/Thank you
Thursday I broke my nose. It made me black-eyed, though my eyes are still brown and the skin around them fading purple.
Sunday and Monday I tossed and turned with some sort of fever and sore throat. Henry covered my 10am shift at the Info desk for me. I am indebted and thankful.
Today (Tuesday) I was diagnosed with an ovarian cyst. Hannah (and Ari) got me to Health Services, bless them so. Rachel spent the day at the hospital with me, to her great inconvenience. I owe her hours of my life and $15.89 and a song and a story. Christine and Sasha came to sit with me in the Campus Center while I waited for the shuttle, and ended up getting me a ride with Todd so I wouldn't have to wait an extra five minutes or so. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh, I should have given a sticker to Todd.
Sunshine is in class right now, but she'll have to deal with me for the rest of this nonsense. My lil' Mother. I owe you all flowers.
So, I'm not a lot of fun. The cyst makes me whimper and yell "fuck" a lot, and the Codine makes me stupid (and sleepy, thankfully), and I can't really eat - am nauseated and just gross. I have to make another appointment with a gynocologist tomorrow, early in the morning, and somewhere in this life of Ow I have to write a midterm paper and do all sorts of other homework that's been piling up since I broke my nose.
My mother offered to fly up here, tonight. I love her and only wish I could spare her knowledge of this, especially since she has BRONCHITIS, goddammit. If you live in Claremont, um, smile at her hugely or something.
I already KNEW I had really amazing friends (and family), so this week of disaster really hasn't been necessary, but whatever. Thank you, guys, really. Don't know what I'd do without. Well, probably die of agony. Yeah. It felt really amazing knowing there were so many people I could call and demand time from - Rachel is probably the most comforting person in the universe, though, so good luck it was her. Well, not good luck for HER, but really, really good luck for me. Oh ramble ramble. I don't have to be concise and sensical, though, since I'm on Codine. Anyway, um, oh and thank you Kate the sweet for calling and for bringing me saltines tomorrow.
Papa just called and gave me Sound Medical Advice, to drink water, I will.
Fucking a, though, just sent an e-mail to my teachers that sounds like a string of lies "So, as well as the broken nose, and the fever and the sore throat thing that stopped me from going to Monday's classes, I now also have an OVARIAN CYST. I swear, you can call my mother, I'm telling the truth. Really. That's why I haven't done my homework or been in class."
But it is the truth! Annnnnd it hurts. Fucking fuck. I love you and you and more, anyway, and ow, and goodnight.