I'm lying on my bed completely sick to my stomach. This is a quite miserable situation, not only because I feel absolutely horrendous, but because I am missing choir rehearsal at this very (inopportune) moment. I could probably be doing something better with my life than blogging and listening to Avril Lavigne, but in my defense, I just now finished a blog entry for a computer science project too, so I'm not being wholly unproductive. Besides, when "it 'seems' like everything on my inside wants to be on my outside," I can safely say I feel completely unmotivated to further aggravate my feelings of terribleness by the application of academicness. Funny story though: when I was at my doctor's appointment at Health Services earlier today, I got seated to get my blood drawn, and the nurse tied a tourniquet around my right forearm, saying something like, "You're going to feel some pressure now." I smothered a smile, my mind in a tenuous place between amusement and panic. I (figuratively) buckled up, and the needle slid into my vein.
Doomdoomdoomdoomdoom.
It actually wasn't that bad. It hurt a little, and the "pressure" was pretty uncomfortable, but I was fascinated by the sight until the nurse told me to look at the door. I was glad she did afterward, because presently I figured out (by the increasing "pressure") that she was collecting multiple samples by switching out the gallon-sized tubes she was filling with my LIFE. I didn't pass out, although I got nauseous and sweaty and started shaking as time passed. I don't like being in doctors' offices by myself...during those few minutes I would have given quite a lot to have someone there with me. Anyways, it ended after a couple of eternities, and I caught a glimpse of three giant tubes filled with blood.I figured that was a good enough reason in case anyone questioned why I was missing studio performance that afternoon.
I'm not really morbid, don't worry. I'm just reflecting because I'm wondering if that had anything to do with the fact that, after taking a nap, I awoke feeling violently sick at 6:00. Long story short, I missed choir and I'm still lying here on my bed, 30 minutes after starting this blog entry, still feeling sick and wishing my arm didn't hurt.
So yeah. That was my day. How was yours?
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