I think. I can’t really keep track of time, all I know is that it’s Saturday. I’ve been battling this cursed kidney infection for somewhere around a week and let me tell you, it is one perverse, lugubrious and stifling way of existing.
On one of the days that I was too sick to get out of bed I missed my pills, which means I skipped a birth control pill, so now that the kidney throbbing has lowered itself to more of a Smooth Jazz tremble, my uterus is throwing up some hard core vibrations of its own.
My god, I literally can’t even think about school right now. I’m about to hit 3 weeks of not going in, not doing any homework, nothing. And this shit ends soon.
THE LAST SEMESTER OF MY LINGUISTICS SHIT
And I’ve been homebound for nearly 3 weeks.
Is the universe getting that chuckle it has been seeking out? Can I please get a fucking break now?
The other kids are taking this time to trim and preen their thesis. I’m just sitting here rotting on my fucking beige couch like some sad 90’s housewife. Yes I have weed, yes it is helping my anger. But only to a certain point. You can’t medicate all your frustrations, they mount themselves and carry on around you no matter how much you smoke and how many trashy movies you watch.
You just have to make it to the other side. I keep telling everyone “meh, this isn’t my first rodeo” as if it doesn’t bother me at all to be this sick.
And my family is as oblivious as ever. Two nights ago mom texted me asking if I wanted to come over for fish tacos. Which is utterly ridiculous, I’ve only just started back on solid foods, mostly little bits of white rice here and there.
I told her I was too sick. So last night she ups the anti..
"Want to come over for some Ethiopian?"
Yeah mom, lets do something SPICY…REALLY SPICY…That will help burn out the remainder of my sinuses when I vomit it up later. Thanks.