Yes... Another Rant About Illness
I'm sick. I told my parents they should've let me stay home. But, nooooooo. Don't listen to Liz when she tells you she's so tired she could barf. Instead, on the ride up to Oregon, my throat started to bother me, and my ears never popped. I tried to sleep, but it ended up giving me a headache. Saturday, all I did was lie around, but I got no sleep, as every time I drifted off, I'd wake up ten minutes later in a cold sweat. Come Sunday, we're driving back home, and I lie to my parents and tell them that I'm feeling better. In reality, I now have a full blown headache, a runny nose and a hacking cough to add to the list. And heaven forbid I sneeze. There's hell in a tissue for you. It tears at my throat and makes me cough like nuts, which only makes my throat feel worse.
It is now past midnight, and I can't sleep, and I'm rambling. My throat doesn't dry up as much when I'm not laying down, or not on the second floor, and my headache has subsided a tad due to the wonders of IB Prophen... But, there's a mosquito or something in the house, and whatever it is, it finds me to be quite delicious, much to my dismay. Damn, I hate bugs.
But that is only half my weekend. While driving up to Oregon, and my illness progressively getting worse, the bitch decides it's the right time to mention that I remind her of Dawn, my biological mother. Now, this is a GREAT insult to me. Why is that? Because Dawn is less than a fucking step up from white trash. She lives in a house that hasn't been cleaned in who knows how long, with four kids and a bunch of dogs. She takes care of the dogs better than her kids, and dreams of training them to race. She's unemployed and her husband is a truck driver. She has kids to keep a relationship going, i.e., I was conceived in a vain attempt to hold on to the good for nothing bastard who was fucking her. I DO NOT like her, and I am NOTHING like her. And my mom knows this (yes, I do call my adoptive parents mom and dad), yet she still compares me to the low-life whore!
It gets better. I knew this before we left, but guess who ended up babysitting? That's right. Me. I do love my cousin and her daughter, Izzie, but I was fucking sick, so they go out to a casino and stay out until 3 in the morning?!? What the crap? That's not right.
Well, I'm off to find something to do, and hopefully I won't fall asleep. I'll feel even worse when I wake up. It has become a trend, I guess. Dammit it all....
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It's be Dez, we talked on MSN the other night ^^
Don't be so harsh on yourself, I think you have talent! ^^
And you're an awesome girl so far, I'm really glad I met you!
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