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Well now, kids...
yesterday was one helluva day, if I do say so myself.
Went to the evil awful Doctor Place bright and early in the morning. I told Doc about the eating disorder, and the first thing out of her mouth is 'Well, you're not skinny.'
Thanks.
Then she gets into a long winded discussion on how (a)I shouldn't take honours classes because I'll never suceed; (b)My sisters will always be better than me and there's nothin I can do about it; (c)No one is ever gonna judge me. Ever; and (d)How my issues aren't really issues at all and it's stupid to worry about them.
She gave us some names.
Then we discussed the fact that I've been coughing up blood for the past... ohhh, two months or so? Something like that. She said 'Well. We're going to take some tests and make sure that isn't all in your head.' So I take this test where you breathe into a tube, and it's supposed to make a huuuge arc on a little digital screen.
My lines were pretty much flat.
The nursetype who was administering this test started yelling at me: 'Why aren't you trying?! TRY HARDER SARAH. You need to put some EFFORT into this. Look, this is what it should look like. TRY.'
After four more trials with the same results she left.
Doc comes in: 'Hey, your lungs are in pretty bad shape. Let me have a listen. And breathe in. Deeper. nice deep breaths now. Come on Sarah. DEEP BREATHS SARAH. Well now. Your lungs sound like shit.'
Now I get to take about 1000 mgs a day of one steroid; about 720 of a second; about 380 of a third; and about 1000 of a fourth. Oh boy.
So I get back to school, take a joke of an English final, go to rehearsals. I spent the time giving Scalett and Rehab and Creepy and Sweet massages and then forty-five minutes onstage blocking a scene. Sweet christ, River was in a mood. He said we looked like we didn't want to be up there.
ANYWAY.
I was a minute into a full-body massage from Cheerleader and Homonym when River kicked out everyone who wasn't onstage. ROAR TIME. I needed that massage SOOOO badly and I didn't get it =( Sob time. I'm not gonna go all emo over it but seriously, I give massages all day every day and getting one once a week is not too much to ask.
So I get home, do some dishes, take some drugs, and go to chill with my friends =) Yay.
We all went to Union Landing and had a damn fine time. Heh. We all went into Babies 'R' Us and I stuck my belly waaaaay out as I am skilled at doing and myself and Shorty pretended I was a pregnant hick and he was the father. It was spectacular. Then off to WAL*MART for a hat and sunglasses, and then to a street corner to sing with my hat on the ground =D
I'm very uncomfortable, this feels like a total daylog. Yucky.
So today I get to go prom shopping, and hopefully at the same time present-buying, and then to a birthday party. And at about 8 tomorrow morning I get to leave aforementioned party and come home and do homework in abundance. And then and then it's BACK TO SCHOOL OH FUCKING BOY. It seems like lately my wekeends are spent trying to cram in work and sleep even moreso than my weeks.
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