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tiltingheartand) wrote2006-06-13 09:03 pm
tiltingheartand) wrote2006-06-13 09:03 pm
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my last two days, in numbered form:
1) My doctor is a TRAITOR.
(Hear that? TRAITOR TRAITOR TRAITOR.)
2) More than 24 hours later, my right arm still hurts; my mother tells me that it probably will for another day or so. This is related to #1.
3) Actually, most of my back still hurts, too. This is also related to #1.
4) We discovered that yes, I still turn colors. (You guessed it, related to #1.)
5) Despite the fact that Samantha cried for approximately fifteen hours second period today, I didn't cry at all. Which is weird. (Which also means I probably will on the 23rd, along with the entire rest of the auditorium. Oh well.)
6) The AP Bio homeroom has no sense of rhythm or timing, which is sad, because some of us were in band.
7) Volleyball is much more fun if the players are participating voluntarily, and if there isn't an actual system of rotation.
(Hear that? TRAITOR TRAITOR TRAITOR.)
2) More than 24 hours later, my right arm still hurts; my mother tells me that it probably will for another day or so. This is related to #1.
3) Actually, most of my back still hurts, too. This is also related to #1.
4) We discovered that yes, I still turn colors. (You guessed it, related to #1.)
5) Despite the fact that Samantha cried for approximately fifteen hours second period today, I didn't cry at all. Which is weird. (Which also means I probably will on the 23rd, along with the entire rest of the auditorium. Oh well.)
6) The AP Bio homeroom has no sense of rhythm or timing, which is sad, because some of us were in band.
7) Volleyball is much more fun if the players are participating voluntarily, and if there isn't an actual system of rotation.
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Re: #7, oh hell yes. And also when you do not get that nasty numb feeling in the heel of your palms and/or your forearms.
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Left upper arm is meningitis, left forearm is the TB bubble test, right upper arm (within an inch of each other) are tetanus and MMR. Oh, so much fun.
(The nurse told me, as I was laying back on the bed-table-thing trying to stop crying, that if my doctor had known about my tendencies that he could've gotten them done in increments.
HE DOES KNOW, I nearly shouted at her, only it came out less of a shout than a half-whine.
But there must have been something because all four needles were baby needles. I felt nine, because after my fourth she gave me suckers and then my mommy got me ice cream.)
I get that feeling a lot, but it usually goes away. Most of the time I hit the ball at the wrong angle, though, or it just glances the tips of my fingers, and I do absolutely nothing except slow the ball's descent.
BUT THEN. At least I did not treat the ball like a soccer ball. :D
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