You really don't want to read this.
One of the first things you learn upon having a large wound dressing being put over your ass is that, despite the ridiculous number of synonyms for “evacuating your bowels” there are in the English language, very, very few are appropriate for discussion with you doctor.
Well, I apparently need to go to bed now so I don't have time for a long post. Well, I do but I'm not being allowed it by my mother, who seems to think that 20 minutes of sitting on it instead of lying on it will make my now-removed pilonidal sinus turn into exploding cancer or something.
I really hate doing posts when I'm angry, particularly if I did have something interesting to say before. Okay, so I could blame myself for not doing this earlier in the day, but let's face it, I figured I'd have time now. I planned to do it now. My mother coming into my room and repeating the same bloody points about sleep being good and bleeding copiously being bad for ten* minutes interfered with those plans.
This is why I hate doing posts while angry. Everything I type sounds whiny or irrelevant and like it should be yelled in a nasally voice by someone covered in spots while they run upstairs to their room to cut themselves and listen to music written by people who think they're vampires.
And now I'm getting so ridiculously stressed that I'm actually having trouble breathing. I had no problems like this before but one conversation with my mother, in so far as one person standing in a doorway and shouting at another person can be considered conversation, and I'm near hyper-ventilating. Any second now, she's going to... she just came in through the door and started complaining again.
I'm ending this now while I still have my sanity. I apologise to anyone who sat and read through that. I don't even have time to proofread it, let alone edit it for any kind of tone other than angry and whiny. Like I said, I hate trying to write anything when I'm angry. As always, I'll try to have something better for tomorrow. Possibly even the post that I would have been writing now if I hadn't been chased off to get an extra 20 minutes sleep. And I'll probably not even get that, considering that being ridiculously angry and stress is hardly a state conductive to restfulness.
That's it.
*In my opinion, I am showing incredible self restraint by not putting a swear word here.
Well, I apparently need to go to bed now so I don't have time for a long post. Well, I do but I'm not being allowed it by my mother, who seems to think that 20 minutes of sitting on it instead of lying on it will make my now-removed pilonidal sinus turn into exploding cancer or something.
I really hate doing posts when I'm angry, particularly if I did have something interesting to say before. Okay, so I could blame myself for not doing this earlier in the day, but let's face it, I figured I'd have time now. I planned to do it now. My mother coming into my room and repeating the same bloody points about sleep being good and bleeding copiously being bad for ten* minutes interfered with those plans.
This is why I hate doing posts while angry. Everything I type sounds whiny or irrelevant and like it should be yelled in a nasally voice by someone covered in spots while they run upstairs to their room to cut themselves and listen to music written by people who think they're vampires.
And now I'm getting so ridiculously stressed that I'm actually having trouble breathing. I had no problems like this before but one conversation with my mother, in so far as one person standing in a doorway and shouting at another person can be considered conversation, and I'm near hyper-ventilating. Any second now, she's going to... she just came in through the door and started complaining again.
I'm ending this now while I still have my sanity. I apologise to anyone who sat and read through that. I don't even have time to proofread it, let alone edit it for any kind of tone other than angry and whiny. Like I said, I hate trying to write anything when I'm angry. As always, I'll try to have something better for tomorrow. Possibly even the post that I would have been writing now if I hadn't been chased off to get an extra 20 minutes sleep. And I'll probably not even get that, considering that being ridiculously angry and stress is hardly a state conductive to restfulness.
That's it.
*In my opinion, I am showing incredible self restraint by not putting a swear word here.
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posted by Alasdair Corbett at
11:24 PM
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