Day 8
Okay, so i’m falling a little behind on these–i couldn’t help it…
I hadn’t gone to school today because my foot had once again, swollen up into a huge ballon, and it was snowing outside, so i couldn’t exactly slip on some flip-flops and head outside. So mum let me stay home. I was on the computer from about…oh…12:00 to around 6:00 pm… at about 6:15, mom started making dinner–don’t ask me what it was, o don’t quite remember.
About 6:30, i started getting this pain in my side… dull and achey, but a pain. (“Maybe it’s my period!?” i had thought hopefully) but the pain kept growing. it started getting worse, and worse and worse, until mom had asked me to (Biscuits and gravy! that’s what we’d had…)–sorry, off track there–mom had asked me to put the biscuits onto the sheetpans to get ready to bake them. It took me about 5 steps to reach the fridge from the computer, when all of a sudden i was clutching the handle of the gigantic white beast of a fridge, and crying out in pain–with what breath wasn’t taken away from the stabbing pain.
Mom looked at me and asked me if i was okay, and i nonchalontly replied “yeah, fine…” and went ahead pulling the biscuits out of the fridge, setting them on that old table of ours that takes up a better half of the kitchen. You know those stupid cans, and how you have to “peel” the wrapper off, and then it pops open, and you can just unwind them? Well for some goddamn reason, Pillsbury seems to hate me, and after i manage to completely rip off every last piece of paper off of the canister, i have to beat it against the countertop, finally giving up and handing it to dad to finish. By this point, i’m frustrated, confused, and the pain in my side is like a small child gnawing on my ovaries.
We eat, we drink, and i end up falling asleep on the couch, crying in pain and huddling in the fetile position underneath a pile of cat-themed quilts that are a little worse for wear.
Thus, was day 1 of the torment…
~Kitten
