gone to the dogs
Nov. 29th, 2000 05:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elvendolltoday, so far, has sucked.
between my stomach giving me shit and my boob 'tingling' i haven't accomplished much of anything today.
i did some dishes, wanted to pick up more, but the boob discomfort is keeping moving around much... i think its much more mental then physical, but the mere thought that the scar could be infected frightens me shitless.
i called the job place; got voicemail. left voicemail, though i panicked a bit and didn'tleave my number again : /
finally got a hold of my mom and left the doc voicemail about my boob - they said to call back if i don't hear by 11am tomorrow (joy!)
and checked my email like every 5 mins.
i really don't understand why taking a job is taking so long this time. its getting to be beyond frustarating, and somewhat nerve-wrecking, too. *grumble*
earlier on, i was considering going out tonight, but with the boob having gotten worse i don't even know anymore. i keep telling myself that getting my mind off things will be good for me, but that little ache keeps drving me batty : /
maybe i'll just get up the balls and go to the emergency room... i really really really really hate those, but it may be more effective then waiting for what the doc could tell me over the phone. : / *sigh* just another among the list of thoughts that scare me shitless.
blah.
between my stomach giving me shit and my boob 'tingling' i haven't accomplished much of anything today.
i did some dishes, wanted to pick up more, but the boob discomfort is keeping moving around much... i think its much more mental then physical, but the mere thought that the scar could be infected frightens me shitless.
i called the job place; got voicemail. left voicemail, though i panicked a bit and didn'tleave my number again : /
finally got a hold of my mom and left the doc voicemail about my boob - they said to call back if i don't hear by 11am tomorrow (joy!)
and checked my email like every 5 mins.
i really don't understand why taking a job is taking so long this time. its getting to be beyond frustarating, and somewhat nerve-wrecking, too. *grumble*
earlier on, i was considering going out tonight, but with the boob having gotten worse i don't even know anymore. i keep telling myself that getting my mind off things will be good for me, but that little ache keeps drving me batty : /
maybe i'll just get up the balls and go to the emergency room... i really really really really hate those, but it may be more effective then waiting for what the doc could tell me over the phone. : / *sigh* just another among the list of thoughts that scare me shitless.
blah.
