Sometimes all you can say is ARGH!
Aug. 24th, 2005 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tephraWell scrap the plan to return home tomorrow, move on to the plan to return Monday.
Dad is supposed to come home tomorrow. Unfortunately this is a work day for mom, more unfortunately my brother threw his back out, may have a kidney stone, and somehow bashed his knee last night.
Yeah. The house is probably cursed.
So this means I would be the logical choice to go to Worcester and retrieve him. There's just one problem with that... It's the second "OMG I'm going to bleed to death" cycle this month. The first was over in a day, obviously it was really gross. This one I thought was over in one day as well, last Saturday, in route back from the chiropractor with my brother. Thank goodness for intuition in regard to "precautionary measures." But today was a bit of a surprise, and rather than being over in a couple hours it is taking all day. Which means I don't really dare go far from a bathroom, preferably one with a sink within reach of the toilet and with a change of panties and pants. To add insult to injury I'm a hyper-weepy emotional mess. Upside, less semisolid matter. Downside, more blood than the pads can handle.
So mom's going to call into work and get dad herself. I'm getting the silent treatment, with a healthy dose of (perceived) guilt trip. Like I planned this or something. With my already poor emotional state (even without the considerations behind the cut) I'm feeling like a waste of skin, or at least a total failure as a person.
Dammit, I WANT TO GO HOME!
Dad is supposed to come home tomorrow. Unfortunately this is a work day for mom, more unfortunately my brother threw his back out, may have a kidney stone, and somehow bashed his knee last night.
Yeah. The house is probably cursed.
So this means I would be the logical choice to go to Worcester and retrieve him. There's just one problem with that... It's the second "OMG I'm going to bleed to death" cycle this month. The first was over in a day, obviously it was really gross. This one I thought was over in one day as well, last Saturday, in route back from the chiropractor with my brother. Thank goodness for intuition in regard to "precautionary measures." But today was a bit of a surprise, and rather than being over in a couple hours it is taking all day. Which means I don't really dare go far from a bathroom, preferably one with a sink within reach of the toilet and with a change of panties and pants. To add insult to injury I'm a hyper-weepy emotional mess. Upside, less semisolid matter. Downside, more blood than the pads can handle.
So mom's going to call into work and get dad herself. I'm getting the silent treatment, with a healthy dose of (perceived) guilt trip. Like I planned this or something. With my already poor emotional state (even without the considerations behind the cut) I'm feeling like a waste of skin, or at least a total failure as a person.
Dammit, I WANT TO GO HOME!
