Thursday, October 13, 2005
I'm A Sad Monkey...Cuddle Me
Mom, drove me home a little before noon. We stopped at the Royal Carribean call center so she can drop something off to her friend, then she bought me take out from Malaysian Cafe. I had planned on going to the lab at Via Christi to get my blood drawn but being already at home I decided to tackle the tedious task of cleaning. I got my bathroom done first. Took the rugs out to wash and scrubbed the porcelain. Before I knew it, it was time for Logan to be home from school already, so I packed all the laundry I needed to do and headed back to Derby. I was fed some more, since that seems to be the only cure for me right now.
This morning I got up and decided I have to face the music and I need to have blood taken eventually. Somehow I only find it important to consider my health when I'm already faint and nauseous. So I got up and headed to Via Christi where they mutilated me. You see how small my arm is? They can't be gentle enough.
One of my aunts was actually in the lab, which I didn't expect, so she distracted me with idle gossips and I had less temptation to stare at the tube hanging from my arm. Seriously, I was more taken aback by the fact that I had to wear a band for such a short visit. I came in with a note from my doctor, a lot of codes, then she gave me the band and I thought, "No way, I'm only here to give blood. I'm not staying, am I? Am I?" I was scared. Seriously.
Oh, and today when I got back to Mom's house she asked if I wanted to go to Cowtown. Of course, I do. I've always wanted to go but Ray was adamant that nothing was exciting there so I never had the pleasure. I'm a little mixed with my expectations: I hope it rocks and I have tons of pictures to blog about, but then I hope it doesn't provide unforgettable memories so Ray wouldn't have to miss out. I guess I can rationalize this by the fact that he's in a different country for the first time, my memory of Cowtown will never compare to the memories he'll be taking back with him. It's only a small consolation price for me. Right?
Either way, I have to eat some more. If anyone has noticed a pattern I eat a lot, and I'm the first to admit that. So, that feed Cranky button is less of a joke every day. *Sigh*
This morning I got up and decided I have to face the music and I need to have blood taken eventually. Somehow I only find it important to consider my health when I'm already faint and nauseous. So I got up and headed to Via Christi where they mutilated me. You see how small my arm is? They can't be gentle enough.
One of my aunts was actually in the lab, which I didn't expect, so she distracted me with idle gossips and I had less temptation to stare at the tube hanging from my arm. Seriously, I was more taken aback by the fact that I had to wear a band for such a short visit. I came in with a note from my doctor, a lot of codes, then she gave me the band and I thought, "No way, I'm only here to give blood. I'm not staying, am I? Am I?" I was scared. Seriously.
Oh, and today when I got back to Mom's house she asked if I wanted to go to Cowtown. Of course, I do. I've always wanted to go but Ray was adamant that nothing was exciting there so I never had the pleasure. I'm a little mixed with my expectations: I hope it rocks and I have tons of pictures to blog about, but then I hope it doesn't provide unforgettable memories so Ray wouldn't have to miss out. I guess I can rationalize this by the fact that he's in a different country for the first time, my memory of Cowtown will never compare to the memories he'll be taking back with him. It's only a small consolation price for me. Right?
Either way, I have to eat some more. If anyone has noticed a pattern I eat a lot, and I'm the first to admit that. So, that feed Cranky button is less of a joke every day. *Sigh*
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Jen, I have at least two pants and a skirt for you. If they are two big then, then I will give them to mom. Let me know when you can come over to try them on.
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