20220420: The Curse Of The Tricolon

"Easter (W), Booster Shot (L), Cramps (L).

Waking up on Monday was HORRIFIC to say the least. Cold Sweat, body aches, fever moment, and about three rounds of tuition to be fulfilled. I think it was almost worse than my first shot. Most definitely worse than the second one. My dad says it's because I forgot to Bucky Barnes' it after my shot. My mom thought I was overreacting. 

I think it's because they made me grind out my work the entire week and wouldn't stop even after the shot. I'd never been more grateful of looking so haggardly and poorly in my life, but I guess there's a first time for everything, because they finally caved and cancelled my night class. But I wasn't too grateful at the time because my period decided it was a great time to behave like it was the first day of the cycle. Even though it was the fourth. 

Brief admission of guilt here: I know I rag on my parents for restricting me on meeting anyone in the history of ever a lot irl and online (maybe not as much here yet), maybe they were right to be concerned about me sneaking out. I've just come to the realisation that I've managed to pull off meeting my partner Twice over the Easter break. (W.) But also that's pretty much where the guilt stops, because I literally regret doing None of that. No matter how no-life-y, cringe or yikes!!!!! that may seem, "improvement in quality-of-life" would probably be a most appropriate justification to assign to my little crime of the week. This brief admission is no longer looking very brief. Moving on.

Tuesday rolls about and I feel like shit still. I wake up with a splitting headache but the day is less dramatic. The bleeding was still a little horrific but I managed. I had back to back classes but my teachers were pretty nice about it. Much nicer than my parents at least. Garnered a liiiiittle more sympathy from them by literally KO'ing every single moment I reached home- but at least they noticed, right? I even managed to call my partner for a bit after supper! (W.)

Anyways. Wednesday. I wake up, shower. Get yelled at because I haven't finished my Easter homework for like... my second language??? Even though my mom knows Damn Well what I've been doing??? Like?? I don't even have time to Sleep because of my Big Big Paper Rewrite that she's been sending me to EXTRA CLASSES for. But somehow THIS??? is the final straw???? fpr HER???? Weirdo.

I am feeling massively ill. Not so much the Ow!!! My body hurts Everywhere, my arm Aches. But more so the I-am-consistently-nauseous-and-I-have-been-a-little-too-uncomfortable-for-a-little-too-long type of ill. I hope I get better soon because I am getting quite worried and panicked over this.