Make Me Upset: December 2004 Archives

Body. Stop. Doing. This.

I wake up at 7:15 this morning to an aching pain in my stomach, so I get up to go to the bathroom and start feeling very nauseous. I get in front of the toilet, and I start see the purple/green O in front of my eyes and start feeling the tingly sweats coming on, and I lurch sideways, about halfway into the tub. I don't remember that very clearly. I get up and stumble into my parents' room but fall down and cry on the floor while my mom and dad hover over me. Eventually I feel okay enough to get up and get into bed. So I have a doctor's appointment at 11:15. Then we'll see what's wrong with me.

Last month, I was Christmas shopping for my family; I placed my order on November 25, a full month ahead of Christmas. I figured, "Hey. I'm responsible and awesome." I received my brother's gift a few days later and I figure, "Wow. I really rock."

But. (And there's always a "but".) They shipped my mom's present, but only after I left Memphis for home, but before I got home so that I could have changed the shipping information. I figure, "Well, that's sucky--but it's partially my fault for not fixing it before leaving."

And. (There's sometimes an "and".) I received an email, advising me of a delay on my dad's gift, which declares it to be shipped sometime around mid-January. Screw that. So I figure, "Amazon.com, Eat My Shorts."

Body, this is for you: WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

More importantly, why now? Why make me feel like throwing up and getting unconscious right after finals, when I should be worry-free and happy? It's not as if I haven't taken care of you: I fed you, kept you very warm (yes, I even wore SOCKS and real SHOES and a COAT), let you relax from time to time.. and you thank me with wrenching stomach pains and copious urges for trips to the bathroom? So now I have to haul you to the doctor (1:30 today, the earliest appointment I could get--until then I just sit here clutching my heating pad), instead of doing the things that I need to do: clean out the fridge, hide our extension cords, help Drew clean his room a little bit. I did do my laundry, starting at 7:30 this morning because I couldn't sleep, sort of hunched over in pain. Even now, when it is time to leave to get a bit of lunch before my doctor's appointment, I realize that I have been unable to construct a satisfactory ensemble: yes, I'm wearing five layers of clothes, but none of them matches--especially my yellow shirt, purple socks, and brown shoes. It's a sad day indeed.