| I'm dangerously near the point of too much drama. |
[Jul. 14th, 2009|04:48 am] |
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| | sick as fuck | ] |
Oh look, I stole a computer. By which, I mean borrowed. (Please don't hurt me FBI, I'm giving it back as soon as I finish typing. Also, if you come over, the guest bathroom sounds demonic. I warned you!!)
I'm going deaf! Ironically, high and low tones are just fine, its the middle that is mesed up, once again proving that violists are indeed tonedeaf.
Unfortunately, I can't afford to not go deaf. Dammit.
Or to see what the hell is with my vertigo problem.
I also need an MRI (I BRAMAGED MY DRAIN, FUCK.)
I apparently also have the like, higest ratio of nightmares to other dreams quota. (It's at like, 100%. Seriously.)
...That's jst a fun extra on top of all the symptoms of brain damage YAY. (I guess I DID have a concussion.)
Actually, this would also count as an ear test, since I'm too old to be screwing around in my head anymore.
I'm still babysitting my family. (Dear god they can NOT be trusted alone.) They can make drama out of anything. ANYTHING. Seriously, today, one of them threw away a used foam cup AND ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE.
My house is also haunted and/or a bitch. STOP BREAKING THINGS AND SETTING ALARMS OFF FOR NO REASON. We all swear we keep seeing things.
I'm also a chibi nurse now! Hooray!
(No.)
My grandfather is sick as hell, on top of blind and near deaf, and also has decided he no longer speaks das englisch. (ich spreche deutsch nicht gut. D: )
Unfotunately, German is his first language and he's reverting to it, and can't even remember to eat and all kinds of stuff. We have nurses, and they like eachother, (They're black, enjoy Africa, and he spent alot of time there when he was younger. THEY DONT FIGHT, A MIRACLE.) except, they have to leave in a week or two, because they only had time recently since their main patient needed surgery.
It's basically like I have a child now, minus the happiness of every being NEAR a significant other, the rewarding part, the learning nurturing and the cuteness thing.
(I'm never having kids.)
(Don't worry, I dont think I can have kids. I'm so diseased.)
He also has other children. We call them, asking for tiny tiny bits of help, even what should we do things, and no answer. Cause, partying is more important. (Yes, they're partying, while we're in mental breakdown land.)
And of course, my cousin was murdered. (It made like, above the fold news.) Innocent people were also taken with her for no good reason, and the guy who did it is in the hospital apparently near dead. She has a young son, and my family is obviously devastated. (The official crime people, whoever they are, said it was probably the worst they'd ever seen.) In theory anyway, she's happy now though.
Unfortunately, my dad's entire family is very poor. While not directly related, we also probably have to provide a funeral, on top of care for my grandfather, school, doctor bills and my father is still in an INSANELY long interview process. Which, is probably impossible. But, we can't just let that one go. (I mean, the last funeral the had, they had LOST the body and we had to wait for hours until the priest had time to show up. We don't want that again, especially right now.)
But they need us right now. There are other people who could help with the other problems, but don't, its too hard.
And everyone needs me. I'm the one that thinks everything out, and doesn't cry and let things get in the way. But, there isn't enough of me to go around. Trying to keep things peaceful without outside things happening is hard enough. Managing to do it while chronically ill is nearly impossible. Of course, I have no choice, and it will end well anyway, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm le miserable.
Currently, I have a handful of untreated infections attempting on my life. (Actually, I am PERPETUALLY infected in one way or another.) I obviously can't see a doctor right now, and its painful as FUCK. I also can't take ANY painkillers, because I'm on a different, horrendously expensive medication that makes me explode with them. My parents don't know I'm on medicine since they would freak out, and the pharmacy is a very expensive place. (I hope HEB is cheapest, since I can't ninja to Walgreens or anywhere.)
I'd seriously probably be having a mental breakdown if I wasn't SO indifferent.
For fun, I've been sewing. So much sewing. (Sew much soing?)
The curtains. Dear christ the curtains.
Fixing clothes. Haven't shopped in years.
Plushie friends. Examples inlcude a plushie of Eric's daddy for him to cuddle, and Vogel, my in progress baby. He's part brass!
I've also done lots of community service, which I only enjoy because I get to see my redheaded princess.
I'm also making a whole kitchen, and trying to furnish my soon to be kitchen of myself. (I was considering making my frying pan of mud to save money, but there's no water for my dirt. YOU JUST NEED TO LEARN TO COOPERATE, WORLD.)
Cherish this post, internet, for I will be the biggest asshole when I return.
Also, don't bother commenting cause, seriously, I'm not gonna check it. And, seriously, I probably don't care. |
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