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mostly useless bitching. stairs are bullshit. so are broken feet.
*sigh* Do you ever have days where it just feels like, if there is a god, it really really hates you? Or maybe you've fallen under the influence of a trickster god? 'Cause really, I can't help but feel like I'm being picked on lately, by something much bigger than me.
So first I got really sick. Went from being relatively fit and healthy (or at least getting by) to sleeping all day because I didn't have the energy to get up. Introduce: food allergies. Gluten is a jerk. Okay, that's a challenge. I can handle that. I can cook gluten-free. It is stressful going out, but at home I'm okay. Sensitivity test results come back and oh wait, dairy and eggs are jerks, too. Probably minor jerks compared to gluten, but six months off them all should help clear stuff up. Fuckshit, now what do I do? I cope. I figure out how to make pie, and bread without the conventional ingredients. Its annoying, but I'm going to win.
And then I fall down the goddamn fucking stairs and break my foot.
And my bedroom is on the third floor but the bathroom is on the second floor.
I am hungry and cranky and tired and want some tea and cannot really fix any of these things. My right leg is sore from hopping on it and my left leg is in a giant cast. My pants don't fit over the cast. Well, okay, there's a pair without pockets that does, but then I can't carry anything on me at all. Arg. Oh wait, and there's a pair of guy's pants that miiiight still fit me up in my closet. Sent someone to fetch them, yup they go over the cast. And barely button. ...And then when I get a ride out to maybe get another pair that fits a bit better, my unspillable mug spills water ALL OVER THEM from inside the backpack it was in. Really?
REALLY?
That's just mean.
Cut me a fucking break here.
So first I got really sick. Went from being relatively fit and healthy (or at least getting by) to sleeping all day because I didn't have the energy to get up. Introduce: food allergies. Gluten is a jerk. Okay, that's a challenge. I can handle that. I can cook gluten-free. It is stressful going out, but at home I'm okay. Sensitivity test results come back and oh wait, dairy and eggs are jerks, too. Probably minor jerks compared to gluten, but six months off them all should help clear stuff up. Fuckshit, now what do I do? I cope. I figure out how to make pie, and bread without the conventional ingredients. Its annoying, but I'm going to win.
And then I fall down the goddamn fucking stairs and break my foot.
And my bedroom is on the third floor but the bathroom is on the second floor.
I am hungry and cranky and tired and want some tea and cannot really fix any of these things. My right leg is sore from hopping on it and my left leg is in a giant cast. My pants don't fit over the cast. Well, okay, there's a pair without pockets that does, but then I can't carry anything on me at all. Arg. Oh wait, and there's a pair of guy's pants that miiiight still fit me up in my closet. Sent someone to fetch them, yup they go over the cast. And barely button. ...And then when I get a ride out to maybe get another pair that fits a bit better, my unspillable mug spills water ALL OVER THEM from inside the backpack it was in. Really?
REALLY?
That's just mean.
Cut me a fucking break here.