absent and still squishi

Chest infections and blood work later. I am declared to be - ickily ill.

STILLL DAMNIT!!! This isn't fun anymore.

According to the doc man, I had a squishi thing that made me feel bad, but I thought I'd got over that. I kind of did, but squishi thing weakened me (and my immune system) so a couple of other squishi things attacked me, making me even more squishi.

The worst part is that I don't eat. Literally, they've given me interesting calorie thingies because I can't eat solid food without projectile vomiting and going 2 weeks without food is baaaaaaaaad. (Doc man was also cross because I went to gym. It doesn't matter whether looking fabulous is a religious need, no exercise while starving).

Still, I'm coing back. Slowly. Eating mush - thin soup and natural yoghurt.

Sparkindarkness 73 The Grand Opening

Ah, some fic at least. Plot is ambushing my attempts to give them a normal life.


( Fic-let sparkindarkness 73 - the Grand Opening )

And while I'm at it - I'm sick of being nice

Y'know when you see those screaming little brats of children? Then you see those really surly teenagers? Then you see the complete arseholes around you every day? Y'know, the gits who cut in line, talk to everyone like they're beneath them, never do anyone a favour, never care what anyone thinks and always take whatever they want? Y'know those complete wastes of skin who darken your day just by existing?

Well, damn it, why can't I be one of those?! But NOOO I had to have a good upbringing with bloody manners and empathy. I had to be all nice and kind and thinking of others and instinctively helpful. Wretched parents with standards.

I've decided to try and rein it in, I know, bad, but I went to work when feeling like crap, not eaten solid food for 2 weeks and FELL ASLEEP at my desk and I wasn't even asked - but I KNEW that the place was falling apart (it was) without me so I went. *headdesk* Bad nice instinct. I'm sick. I'm ALLOWED to be selfish!

And when the phone rings at 9:00am on a Sunday morning and you have been hacking up lungs since 7:00am and I drag myself to the phone because SOMEONE may need to talk to me. GAH, let it ring!!! And if someone asks you "would you mind {insert inane task}" say NO damnit! And don't feel guilty for doing so!

*Growl* I need a manners-ectomy.