Saturday, August 30, 2003

Say... (remember when people used to say "say" to draw attention to whatever they're about to say next?)



I have been Sick. First, I did not realize I was Sick, then I did realize I was Sick, but thought if I could ignore it for long enough, it would Go Away. When it did not Go Away, I went to the doctor, and then to another doctor, and told them the long story of me being Sick but not knowing it, then figuring it out, then coming to them. I also listed the myriad of symptoms (there were like 12, though oddly no fever) and they didn't even say "hmm," and then they took liquids out of me and tested them and said, "well, we don't really know what's going on, but here are some drugs. take them." So now I cannot eat ice cream, which is all I want to do when I'm sick, because That's What You Do When You're Sick, even if you don't really have an appetite for ice cream, but I can't even eat it now that I'm pretty much not sick because of these stupid drugs they told me to take.



Jerks.