This past week has been a bit on the nuts side and I'm kinda left with that feeling when you let go of the intertube and watch the boat speed away, and you're totally in pain since you bellyflopped at high speeds and you feel sort of stranded and helpless at the same time.
Anywho, here's the skinny on that... first I break up with my boyfriend, then I get stalked by some guy who was mad at me since my truck sprayed some pebbles at his car and "cracked his windshield really bad, then I get totally hooked on a new anime, then I have to deal with my therapist talking about how we only have a few more sessions left (because of stupid insurance mumbo jumbo that I don't even begin to understand), then I'm forced into realizing how close college is when I went shopping for dorm stuff.
All of this I probably could have handled if it hadn't been for what happened the next day.
So I go to the doctor about this cough I've had for like two weeks and I'm expecting him to say bronchitis, or at worse pneumonia, and firstly he gave himself a rather stupid looking triangle patch of hair on his chin which totally ruined his typically hot appearance (of course I shouldn't find him hot since he's older than MY MOM). Anyway, he did say bronchitis, but that's not all, he said I have asthma.
In my mind I'm still on stutter mode. So I cover my shock up with a ton of witty statements like:
"Well I guess this is one more way I'm like Dad"
"This will help me understand Cameron's character better"
"Well this explains why Dr.Flourentine (my cardiologist) didn't see anything"
Alright, about zero of those were witty, but they cover up that I HATE THIS!
Being born with a serious heart defect one would imagine I'm used to feeling weak, and in a way, I suppose I am, but it doesn't mean I like the idea of feeling weakER.
I mean I'm already below average, I don't want to be more below average, you know?
So I'm sorry this isn't funny or whatever but, blergh.
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