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Dear Jim Watson,

As if I needed another reason to think you were a prick. Nice going, bigot.

Sincerely,
Alexandria.

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I think my temp root canal filling is coming out. (Edit: *looks in mirror* Yep. It's not falling out, but it's sunken quite a bit into the hole.) I've still not made an appointment with the new guy to fix it.

Edit: And it's starting to hurt worse and worse. Shit.

(And *headdesk*, I've just deleted the other entry that I typed that was meant to replace/expand upon this one. Life, why do you hate me so hard?)

So yes. Woke up this morning so nauseous that I barely got to the bathroom before I started retching. I've had a lot of crap even beyond this month-long bitch of a stomach issue going on health-wise lately, plus a ton of work/things to do this week, plus the weird insomnia on top of the fact that I don't have time to sleep. And the most work of all to do tonight. So I woke up today with that feeling you get when you're one step from the edge and you're probably going to crack at some point during the day. I stayed there for quite a while (or, you know, about 30 minutes), until mom was bugging me to find the time to spend an hour driving Kaci out to the eye doctor (probably longer, as I doubt she'd be able to get there right away so I could leave--the hour's just the drive there and back) and I realized that I was beginning a stress-induced period on top of everything. And then totally lost it in front of mom, who, after unloading all my symptoms, told me to stay home and just hit redial on the doctor's office to see if they can get in today.

I really don't know what good it's going to do, going to the doctor, because what's she going to tell me? Less stress? Thanks, I know this. I'm all but positive all of the symptoms go back to that. Idk. I can't pretend that I don't like mom making me stay home, but I really don't like the fact that I'm getting so behind in everything because I'm constantly sick.

I called the doctor a few times, didn't get through either time, and so just gave up after a while (because I wanted to take a nap). I started feeling better then too, which is, as most of you probably know, when quite often you decide that it's just not worth it to call the doctor because you're not feeling bad right then. (Though I am again right now, unfortunately.) But the thing that really scared me is the bleeding. I mean, to think that my body thinks it's so toxic that it can't support a baby is just frightening. I'm hoping that it's just going off the pill rebound, like Mum thinks, but it's been 2.5 months, which seems a little long for any effects to be hitting now. Plus, methinks I may be getting a bladder infection (idk, as I've never had one before, but I'm feeling like what I imagine a mild one would feel like).

So yes. Not only am I only half-way through the semester and already have used up 4 of my 5 sick days, I've used three of them in the last 7 days, making it impossible for me to catch up, especially since now is midterms and everything goes in the gradebook as it is tomorrow today.

Essentially, what I said before stands. Life, why do you hate me so hard?

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LOL, time budgeting.

I've got a Spanish test, an English test, an economics quiz, a biology test that was evidently yesterday (I thought it was today) that the teacher might make me make up in class today, and my midterm paper due for my Advanced Independent Investigations course that I've got two pages left to write for.

And no time to study (for the first)/learn from scratch (second through fourth)/write (fifth).

I've pretty much given up, though, because beyond the Spanish, anything else I've got to do today is just going to automatically be shit. Spanish I may have a chance on, though I've not studied, as I more or less know the material. I can pull a C at least. And I've got lunch to quickly read over the economics (that evidently she taught yesterday? Idk, but we really haven't learned anything since the last test, so what it's over is beyond me), though I don't know what exactly to read and would have to just guess. And I suppose there's the tiniest chance in the world that I can BS 2 pages of AII paper if she lets me turn it in after school (though I'd almost rather not turn it in and just take a grade bump, because I really like this teacher and don't want her to see the shitty, sickness-fueled, frantic writing that is what I have so far and the extent of what I'd be able to pull off during the day). Let's be realistic. I couldn't finish two pages of the AII paper even if I didn't have all this other stuff to study for/do. Bio? No chance. English? Still haven't reread that book. If he makes me finish the essay (it's a two day test thing) after school, I'm screwed. If I can make the second day of the essay be Monday, I may have a chance to figure out what to say over the weekend.

To add insult to injury, sometime while I was sleeping last night, I pulled a muscley-type-something in the groinish area of my left leg. IH how I manage to injure myself even in my sleep.