When I’m sick, my body likes to bounce the pain around.
Today it started in my throat, then to my stomach, then to my chest, and now it’s my back.
Can I just die for the day and try again tomorrow?
I can’t help it.
I feel so depressed thinking about how I might have to work again tomorrow.
After maybe the first hour it starts to feel like someone is taking their hands, wrapping them around my rip cage starting from just behind my arms, under my armpits, and then to the front, and then squeezing me. Other times my back feels like it’s on fire, my shoulders cramp up, my legs ache, I get a small headache here and there from having to wear the protective glasses…
I hate working there. So much. I don’t care what I’m getting paid.
I bought my prom ticket today.
It’s a slab of metal on a key ring.
And it’s sharp enough to LITERALLY SLICE AN APPLE.
My boyfriend tried it with his earlier. Then he accidentally cut his finger a little bit.
What happened to laminated pieces of paper? At least those weren’t built for killing.
I think I deserve an award.
I got the biggest longest f-ing splinter on my finger just now, and it took 2 hours to remove.
So there I was trimming my sister’s guinea pig’s butt hair on my wood deck in the back yard since it grows long and had some mats in it. The breeze was blowing my way and her dirty trimmings kept getting closer to me, so I decided to brush them away with my hand on the wooden surface? Smart idea? F NO!!! One wrong stroke and the longest splinter I’ve ever gotten. It was stuck perfectly just under the skin, but it was so long that it hurt like hell to try and just pull out. So, for 2 hours I spent my time sitting on the bathroom counter with a sterile needle (get ready for this) DIGGING the splinter out. The was a part of the splinter sticking out on the left side, and there was a hole on the right end. So, I took the needle and carefully drew a thin line from the top to the bottom, and continuously did so until I had created a nice split to pull the sliver through and out of my skin. It hurt like hell, but it finally worked after much careful concentration.
Afterwards I flushed the demon splinter and sanitized my new wound, and bandaged it.
I can say goodbye to any possibility in hand modeling for a while with these Frankenstein hands I have now…I’m never helping a stupid animal ever again.
This morning kind of sucked majorly.
I normally get up at 5:45 to start getting ready for school…
But anyways,
This happened at 3 am.
So I’m sleeping. I wake up suddenly to my cat Dumas sitting in my bedroom window (which is within reaching distance from my bed) making a strange sound like he’s about to throw up. Naturally, although I was half asleep, I thought quickly to reach for him and attempt to remove him from my room and possibly shove him outside before he had the chance to puke.
Terrible move.
I reach for him, and he freaks out, screams at me, wraps himself around my hand for a moment, and scratched the hell out of it. I let out a shriek of horror that I can’t even imitate. (I would know because I tried to for my friend earlier.)
Little did I know that he was actually yowling at a cat outside my bedroom window (still don’t know why he sounded so strange and like liquids were moving up his throat though), and he was very puffed up and ready to pounce, in complete attack mode. When I reached for him, it startled him and he proceeded to attack me. My scream of horror sent him dashing.
My hand was definitely bleeding with about 5 identifiable scratches, two look more like deep punctures. It’s been giving me terrible pain all day, and I can’t move my thumb, pointer, or ring finger too much without it aching immensely. I’ve washed my hands when able, changed the bandages 3 times, let it air out occasionally, had a peroxide session, everything. At one point I also examined to make sure he didn’t leave anything under my skin, and I ended up having to pull out a couple pieces of fur from one of the punctures.
Cats are awesome…not.
Freshman year, my gym teacher had a stupid rule.
There we were, playing dodge ball. I managed to be one of the very last people on my team, and the rule was, hit in the head and you’re still in.
I got hit in the ear, nose, forehead, shoulder, and knee. My gym teacher made me stay in the game. The shoulder and knee should have let me finally sit out, but for some reason he kept telling me that I was still in and to throw the balls.
I hated gym freshman year.
