The New England Society for Tea Fetishism

Apparently since I've achieved the heretofore (is that a word?) unachievable, my body has decided that it can fall apart now. As if now that my long youth is over and real adulthood is here, the bod just gave up. I was very, very happy on Saturday. I spent most of Sunday and Monday queasy with a killer headache, completely convinced that my ears were infected to the point of explosion. I've had ear infections where my ears felt full or I felt off-balance, but I've never felt stabbing pain before. I couldn't get a doctor's appointment until Thursday, but luckily things calmed down a bit by then, although I was still pretty uncomfortable. And it wasn't even an infection, it was just a massive amount of fluid stuck behind my eardrums. So I've been on Sudafed to clear that up. Hooray for otc speed! Early Friday morning I did something awful to my hamstring getting out of bed. Yes, merely swinging my legs over the edge of a bed effed me up good and proper. Damn my bladder. The pain kept me up a good portion of Saturday night. Also, because I'm on the pill and a hypochondriac, I was seriously worried that the pain wasn't a hamstring thing at all, but a blood clot that would soon move out of my leg and into my lungs or my heart, killing me. Welcome to my world. Oh, and that constant cough I seem to have picked up? Lung cancer from second-hand smoke (It's obviously not post-nasal drip from late-summer allergies. Obviously). And my heart has felt a bit tachycardia-ish as of late. I think that I'm freaking out a little more than usual since I have no insurance and a dwindling bank account and lots of time to feel and obsess over all my little aches and twinges. Tracy, remind me to ask you about how you got your insurance. I need a physical and I want the Massachusetts taxpayers to foot the bill.
To top it all off, I've got my dad to worry about again. If it's not his health it's something else with him. Basically he has a warrant out for a traffic fine he hasn't been able to pay and he needs to go to court to explain why he has no income and work out a payment plan or else they're going to take away his welfare and his Mass Health and possibly put him in jail. Also, his girlfriend is probably going to leave him soon, so he'll have to find somewhere very, very cheap to live. As awful a decision as it would be, if I had my own place I'd let him move in with me.
And as I type this, I realize that I never called George back when he rang last week. Sorry about that. The thought of putting a phone against my ear was not a pleasant one for a few days there.

Labels: Complaints - Health Department