So, I’ve spent most of the last 24 hours hooked up to a heart-monitor. It’s weird because I never, ever get sick, not really – except for this last year or so, when apparently my body’s just been fucking up left and right.

Actually, it’s nothing major so far, just a series of common, minor, irritating conditions: nasal drip through almost all of the winter which thank-god disappeared, occasionally-mortifying angioedema since January, and just recently probable mitral valve prolapse – hence the monitor. Oh, and new asthma. The annoying thing is, all of these are really very minor, but I still freaked out almost every time something new came up and went to a doctor, so I’ve racked up at least a few hundred in bills (I don’t want to count them! Depressing) to basically learn I’m fine over and over. I don’t even get illness-related sympathy, just sort of scolded for overreacting to the occasinal irregular heartbeat/inability to breathe/swollen body part.

…Ok, possibly I had some frustrations about all of this that I was unaware of, but now that I got it all out in rant form we can move on.

I’m skipping class again. A different class than last time, though – this one is relatively easy, but soulsuckingly dull. And attendence is both taken and counts towards the final grade, so I should really resist the (very, very strong) urge to skip but – I’m only human.

Back to the heart moniter for a moment: I’ve never seen, nevermind worn one before. The biggest takeaway is: goddam these things are uncomfortable. The patches that connect the electrodes to the moniter are itchy as hell, but you can’t touch them. Also, the skin that was underneath got completely red and irritable after I, very painfully, ripped them off in the bathroom a few minutes ago.

That was probably the worst part, the second being that it looks a bit weird to walk around with it, even if it’s mostly in your pocket and you have a high collar to hide the electrodes. People definetly had that uncomfortable look they get when they’re trying not to react to someone’s obvious illness. Not too bad, overall, but I still felt a bit weird and so did what I do whenever I feel less-than-stellar, which is, unfortunately, go to the bathroom and ply on the make-up. Maybe not ply, though – just some heavy mascara, a bit of lipstick, a quick powedering. It’s a terrible, vain habit, but I guess I like looking slightly better, and I find the actual application of make-up to be sort of thereuputic. Yes, I know that’s not normal, no, I’m not dealing with it right now.

It really has been a busy day, though. I got up at six in the morning to be the first in line for some bloodwork. This is also the third time I’ve had blood taken out in as many months, which isn’t fun but at least I’ve become totally blase about watching my lifeblood spurt into little glass tubes. After the lab I had just enough time to get a slice of bread and a boiled egg and then off to the University I went.

Except I had to go early to meet up with poor old G and lend her a few bucks because she had literally nothing in her bank account and has to pay for classes. At least I managed to retrieve the minibottles of vodka and gin I had stored in her car, though, and they’re tucked safely away in my bookbag (actually, it probably would have looked extremely sketchy to anyone watching – standing in a corner of a parking lot, I hand over a few bills and G. thursts a small, plain brown paper bag at me, which I then quickly hide away).

Of course, any other day I could have enjoyed a little drink and probably even been good to go to class without wanting to beat my head against the wall till something broke, but today was heart-monitering day and I could not have a sip (well, I probably could have, but a single sip of alcohol seems wasteful and weird).

Also, for lunch I had a packet of vanilla waifers and a bar of Dove Smooth Milk Chocolate, which finally tastes good again after I OD’d on it last year. My stomach is not happy but I’m feeling okay.

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I already whined about my failings as a blogger not too long ago, so I’m not going to rehash all that. But if you’re wondering “Tuesday, where are you right now as a blogger?” You can just go read that again because I haven’t made any progress whatever.

I did start summer classes. It’s a required research methods class that would be mind-numbingly boring if not for the excitement of attempting the course without the required text (which costs one hundred and forty dollars! I can’t even split that with someone right now). Not knowing all of the material I’m to be tested on really keeps me on my toes.

On the other hand, I’d forgotten totally what going to school was like. I woke up today after five or so hours of sleep, threw myself out of bed, brushed my teeth, showered, put on one (1) shirt and one (1) pair of pants, choked down some Lucky Charms, wiped my new bird’s bum (hopefully it’s just stress from the move that’s had him pooping weirdly – it happens to literally all my pets when I first get them), threw on some earrings and staggered out into the world. Seriously, I put near no effort at all into my appearance today. It’s strangely freeing. Yes, I am wearing my crappy jeans with my crappy shirt. So WHAT? (thank you, Tyra).

And then I sat and didn’t do my homework and listened to music outside of the library for about twenty minutes until the sound of time being wasted got to me. I know I need to be more careful than this in the future though, because this class is only like a month long, so I can’t really screw up a few assignments and then excel at the very end in the usual collegiate fashion.

Now excuse me while I fight my way through hordes of summer camp kids in order to get to class.

 

Waiting – can you guess? – for the bus. Things I’d forgotten include: how crappy everything here is. The printer was broken, so it took me three times as long to print out my form. The form itself is all kinds of ridiculous – if anyone ever needs a rough draft in order to get it done right? You need to simplify that bitch. More than half of the computers at any given computer lab are just out – they don’t turn on, or the internet isn’t working, or the mouse isn’t connected. Oh, and the bookstore is totally out of Dove Smooth Milk Chocolates. What a sad state of affairs! 

Though, I’ll give my poor old alma mater credit where it’s due – they have gotten closer to fixing the computer times. Now they’re just a couple of minutes behind. Good job, guys. Really. Give yourselves a hand.