Today was stupid. :-D
I'm not asking for pity because most of this was my fault... but this was my day. :)
I had a mild allergic reaction and no one would give me a benadryl because if I had a bad reaction to the BENADRYL I may sue them. ...Wouldn't my parents sue them if I DIED because they didn't give me a benadryl? Okay... It wasn't that bad. If it were, I would have used my epi-pen or let them take me to a hospital. I would have gotten to ride in the little safety vehicle and I bet I would have felt very special but if I were sick enough to ride in it... I wouldn't have noticed I was even in a car. I would have been too concerned with the whole "Oh my god... I'm actually going to die. I'm going to die because of a fucking bagel." Plus I would have had a shot of adrenaline in my heart. Fuck that noise. So... I dealt with my puffy side of a lip that was painful and stupid and burny... and Perry got me to my room so I could take a god damned benadryl. And then?? and then I didn't realize that my throat actually had closed a little and I ate a piece of candy and I actually was choking. Like... couldn't breathe, turning purple, about to panic and then die. Actually choking. But it wasn't that far down so I managed to like... throw myself against the chair and punch myself until I threw it up. YAY! and then this crazy lady that stalks me and Teresa decided to have lunch with us... and I felt nauseous (Hmm... maybe because of the rest of my day?) and then I came to my room... and now I have the hiccups and my throat hurts and I have a head ache. AND I wanted to take a course during the winter break, but all HVCC has that I would actually need is Public Speaking... and I'd rather take something else for that credit... and do with people I know... So I'll wait till Summer and take my STAT and shit there. Woot.
I had a mild allergic reaction and no one would give me a benadryl because if I had a bad reaction to the BENADRYL I may sue them. ...Wouldn't my parents sue them if I DIED because they didn't give me a benadryl? Okay... It wasn't that bad. If it were, I would have used my epi-pen or let them take me to a hospital. I would have gotten to ride in the little safety vehicle and I bet I would have felt very special but if I were sick enough to ride in it... I wouldn't have noticed I was even in a car. I would have been too concerned with the whole "Oh my god... I'm actually going to die. I'm going to die because of a fucking bagel." Plus I would have had a shot of adrenaline in my heart. Fuck that noise. So... I dealt with my puffy side of a lip that was painful and stupid and burny... and Perry got me to my room so I could take a god damned benadryl. And then?? and then I didn't realize that my throat actually had closed a little and I ate a piece of candy and I actually was choking. Like... couldn't breathe, turning purple, about to panic and then die. Actually choking. But it wasn't that far down so I managed to like... throw myself against the chair and punch myself until I threw it up. YAY! and then this crazy lady that stalks me and Teresa decided to have lunch with us... and I felt nauseous (Hmm... maybe because of the rest of my day?) and then I came to my room... and now I have the hiccups and my throat hurts and I have a head ache. AND I wanted to take a course during the winter break, but all HVCC has that I would actually need is Public Speaking... and I'd rather take something else for that credit... and do with people I know... So I'll wait till Summer and take my STAT and shit there. Woot.