My boyfriend’s sick. :(
Ironic. A sick person helping a sick person. lol
I have to figure out how to make the effort to enjoy myself every single day. Because, man, I swear, thus life is getting to me. Who knew being at home recovering would be so insane?
Errrday. That’s a goal of mine. Try to write something here everyday, if possible.
Today I’m going to my PCP to hopefully get bloodwork done and talk to them about getting handicapped parking. I just feel like it would help me so much. I truly could give two shits about someone looking at me like “wtf you aren’t disabled” cause if they catch me on a 6+ day I’ll be snatching ass and not giving a shit.
Where everything is going wrong. I don’t know if I should take my Diamox, my head feels like it’s in a pressure chamber, my nose is running (I’m thoroughly convinced that I leak csf fluid out my nose) constantly, I’m running out of extra money and I’m not healthy enough to get a job.
Oh yeah besides the fact that after this semester I was supposed to have only TWO SEMESTERS LEFT. Now I have to retake this semester then next Spring and the fall after will be my final semester.. as opposed to Spring ‘13 —> Fall ‘13. :(
This is one of those days where I really just want to ask Why Me? Like why did I have to get this ridiculous disease?
oh god i want to cry
please reblog
lol u forgot the part where the cop murders us
So fucking depressing I had to laugh.
(via queen-and-lady)
