We are far too young and clever
And things won't ever change.
29 March 2004
5:32 p.m.
Welcome to the First Annual Medical Problems Extravaganza!
Ahem. Ok, problem one. So I've been having my period for ten weeks now. Like, seriously ten weeks, heavy enough to use a tampon. That's not normal, right? I made an appointment to go talk to an RN at health services about it tomorrow. I think it might be related to my hypothyroidism, since that can cause menstrual irregularities. So I guess I'll be having blood drawn. Which has never bothered me, so it's cool.
Problem two. I've got this wicked painful splinter in my fingertip, but it's not sticking out at all and I think the skin has grown over it. I really don't want to get in there with a pin and dig it out, so I figure it'll disentegrate eventually.
Three. I've been having stupid naggy headaches that painkillers don't really do anything for, but I think the real problem is that I've built up my tolerance to painkiller too high. For example, I had a headache Saturday that didn't go away til I'd taken an Aleve, three Advil, and four Tylenol in about four hours. So I'm giving up painkillers for two weeks. It should prove to be horrible.
Ok, three things. Maybe not an Extravaganza! but whatever.
I still haven't talked to my selfish bitch friend that wouldn't come pick me up in the last entry. I'm not mad anymore, but I never, ever apologize, or resume civilities, first. I refuse to concede, as I see that as admiting defeat. So hopefully she'll roll over soon. I still think I'm right, so I don't really care if she gives in or not.
I've kind of decided to quit beating myself up about going to the gym and concentrate on eating more healthfully. I had a good lunch today, hummus and swiss cheese on lite bread, baked Lays, piece of apple bread, and a couple Heath bits. I ate the remaining ones a hour ago or so. That's ok. For dinner, I'm having a French bread pizza thing. I might go down to the cafeteria and get a salad.
I mean, it's not like I'm completely inactive. I walk probably half an hour a day, maybe more. Of course, it's not like I'm getting my heartrate up doing that.
Why don't I want to go to the gym? I know I'd feel better about myself if I went, and I'd probably have an easier time getting to sleep tonight, too. It's just sheer laziness. Well, fuck that. Maybe I'll just get up and go.
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