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Feb. 3rd, 2015

Up A Cup

I may have been diagnosed with the stupidest reason for back pain ever. The rest of this post is going behind a cut because you probably don't want to read about my health problems. It's not graphic, but it is really dumb. If this is actually what the problem is I'm never going to live it down.

Jan. 3rd, 2015

Spoke Too Soon

What a way to start off the new year... last year, when I started getting massages done professionally I thought that would be the end of my problems with my back pain, or at least that they would help a little bit. Last night, however, I was in the most pain I have been in since I had a in internal cyst rupture. It was excruciating. Even the most heavy-duty painkillers I had did very little except make me loopier than fluffy yarn and only take the edge off. It was still very painful- lying down hurt like hell, but sitting up or standing only made it ten times worse. It was bad enough that my father almost called 911 to get me taken to the hospital- he was concerned I had a vertebrae pop out of alignment or something, but my mother talked him down from it. Meanwhile, I was writhing around on the floor trying not to scream in pain and beg for someone to just end it for me. It was that bad. Finally I managed to fall asleep after another dose of hardcore pain meds.

So this morning I went to the urgent care doctor. I waited four hours in a room full of people with the flu to see a doctor and probably caught that now too. When I finally got into see the doctor, he basically prescribed me more codeine and a muscle relaxant and told me that nothing I could do was really going to help at all. Wonderful. At least I didn't have to go to the hospital to hear the same thing.

Really, I probably shouldn't be sitting here typing this- I'm supposed to avoid sitting around too much. I don't know what else I'm expected to do though, considering that standing up and lying down is equally painful.

All I'm going to say is that 2015 is not looking to be very good if this is the sort of thing I have to look forward to for the rest of the year. Happy Fucking New Year to me.

Nov. 9th, 2014

Shoulder Pain Mystery: Solved!

For about a year now, I've had a problem with bad pain in my shoulder. It comes and goes randomly, but when it comes, it can be excruciating, to the point that I can barely do anything, since it's my dominant side. When my shoulder hurts like that, I can't use a mouse, and trying to write anything, even just a signature on a reciept, is very painful. It got to the point a few times that I considered going to the hospital, because I was afraid that something was seriously wrong, but I was also concerned that insurance wouldn't pay for it, or that the doctors would tell me that there's nothing wrong with me. So I dealt with this for a year, always hoping that one day when I woke up I wouldn't have the pain. I had thought it was bursitis, but because I didn't have a fever or any weird discoloration on my skin where the pain was, I was pretty sure it wasn't the potentially fatal bacterial bursitis, so I didn't do anything about it except take painkillers, and occasionally put Mentholatum on my shoulder.

Until yesterday.

A few days ago my mother suggested I get a professional massage, since she thought it would help my pain. I was skeptical at first, but since she was willing to front me the money, I decided it wouldn't hurt anything. So I went to the massage therapist, and as soon as she touched my neck she knew exactly what the problem was.

I had three very deep, hard myofascial trigger points on my neck, that were referring pain to my shoulder every time they got aggravated. She spent about an hour working on extending and stretching out those points, and it was very painful at the time, but now I can say honestly that my shoulder is already feeling better, despite my neck being sore now.

So I have to go back in a month to get the treatment repeated, to help prevent them from coming back, or if they do come back, prevent them from getting to the point where they cause the level of pain I had been enduring from the shoulder.

I'm so happy that I finally have an explanation for why my shoulder does this, it's a huge relief.

Sep. 22nd, 2014

When The Herd Comes To Town

Right now, I have pretty much all of my father's side of the family staying in my house. The only people who aren't here right now is my cousin from Thailand, and that's probably because she has to take care of her son. While my dad's family is generally a bit easier to get along with than my mom's family (and a lot smaller- seriously, if my mom's whole family came by we'd have to rent out an entire hotel), it's kind of bad timing, because midterm exams start next week and I need to study. However, I will be going out of town again on Thursday with the rest of the family. While it's nice to be able to see my relatives, I'm a little concerned about this weekend- I have an exam on Monday, and I have a kanji test this Thursday in Japanese. Between all the stuff I have to do this weekend and the exams, as well as shuttling relatives around from Point A to Point B, I'm a little concerned.

Ah well, I should probably just relax. Some people I know actually live with their extended family all the time and still manage to get things done. This isn't the end of the world.

Jul. 9th, 2014

Research Results

Just in case anyone has been wondering what the hell has happened to me lately, I've been trying desperately to cram 14 weeks of class into eight weeks of class, and I've been trying really, really hard to get a project that should have taken four months into one one month. It's also made a lot more complicated by the fact that the professor picked the database we're supposed to be getting the data from, and unfortunately for me, he gave me one that is both very difficult to navigate and that is slightly awkward to have to write about. Yes, that's right folks, the professor has told me my data needs to come from the Race and Religion database.

Isn't it just my luck that I'd get stuck with the most sensitive, potentially explosively offensive dataset. I tried to do something that I thought would be relatively inoffensive (which race goes to church most often), but it's still incredibly awkward.

It hasn't been all bad- I've learned a lot about African-American churches from my research, and it's been pretty interesting. But I'm not particularly religious myself, so it feels kind of strange to be reading all of this stuff. The librarian at the government library gave me a really weird look when I had to ask for the books I needed (and yes, the university library is still out of commission, so I had to use the government one. Which was a huge pain in the ass since it's like an hour away and you have to go through a lot of rigamarole to get access to it). Is it that hard to believe that I might be interested in the topic? Well, maybe it is, and I did need to access some pretty arcane, unusual information for it.

Another problem with this topic of research is that it isn't always clear whether or not something will actually be of use for the project until you're about halfway through the seventy-five page document or the 400 page book. Really, it's a good thing I can read as fast as I do. The problem is that all of these professors and researches like to give their work the most pretentious-sounding titles, so you'll find something that sounds like it might actually be of use. You're reading along, bopping through the text, hmm, this is interesting, I wonder where the data is, and then you'll get to the paragraph where the writer will say “and so, now we relate this back to our woman's studies perspective” or “we will now engage with this information from a queer studies perspective” or in one really memorable case, going off on a racist tangent. That's when you spend about five minutes swearing under your breath, cursing the writer of the paper/book, the professor, the government library, the database, the university, and everything else you can think of before moving on to the next one. And then the cycle repeats itself all over again.

Truthfully, it's times like this that I sort of regret changing my major. Well, that's a lie- I regret it every day, but I didn't really have a choice. If there is such a thing as reincarnation I hope that in my next life I will be better at math, so that I can go back to being an information technology person. That was all I wanted out of life, really.

But it didn't turn out that way.

Jun. 23rd, 2014

You've Got To Be Kidding Me

My university's library system, is, to put it quite bluntly, utter shit. If the articles database hasn't crashed, then the card catalog crashed, and if neither of those have crashed, then the Blackboard site is down. Today, I thought it was a miracle all three things were working. Unfortunately I needed to get an actual physical book from the library, only I found out that the actual library itself has crashed. Or, at least, the sprinkler system did. It malfunctioned, and they're not letting anyone into the library until the thing is fixed- and the estimated time of that happening is sometime in July. Which isn't going to work, because the paper I need to write is due sometime in July.

This is why I didn't want to take a summer class. My university is remarkably incompetent even when there is a normal class session in progress. With most people on holiday now, it's really a miracle that the campus is still standing, considering how poorly things seem to work around here.

Really, it’s a huge pain. I can’t wait until I’ve graduated. Then I’ll finally be free from all of this hassle, unless the company I end up working for has the same problems.

Jun. 2nd, 2014

Smooth Move, Kaboom

Sorry in advance guys, this might be a bit disgusting.
Today is not going very well.

Not only do my summer classes start today, but I practically cut off the top of my thumb accidentally by trying to cut some bread for lunch. I was actually a bit concerned I might need to go to the hospital, because it did bleed quite a bit, but I don't think it's really big enough to need stitches. Hopefully it won't bleed through the tourniquet though, that would be annoying and I don't have very many cloth bandages. I'd really prefer to not have to go buy more, those things are expensive. As it is I'm probably going to need to change the bandages before I go to class at 4:00.

Ugh, what a hassle. And what an auspicious start to the summer term. It almost feels like an omen, you know? Cut your hand open the day your classes start, maybe the universe is trying to tell me something.

Please excuse any typos. The bandages make it hard to type and I keep typing "v" when I mean to hit the spacebar.

May. 12th, 2014

Job Hunting. Again.

I may have done something fairly stupid, that might have ended up screwing me over in the end. I applied for another job.

I have been unemployed since last July. Which wasn't a big surprise- I had to quit one job in order to go on my trip, and the other job was experiencing financial problems and as I was just a contract employee I was let go. But I wasn't doing nothing, I was attending class (and hating every second of it). Now that I'm in a different course department, and now that the semester is over, I was going to have nothing to do for several weeks until my summer session starts (which I do not recommend for anyone- I'm only doing this so that I can graduate in a reasonable amount of time.

Anyway, moving on. I applied for another job, which may ultimately have thrown things out of whack. But I do know that I will not be completed with my degree by the time my parents leave, and I will need to pay for somewhere to live. I also need to start saving money to pay for my plane ticket out of the country, as well as two new cell phones (one for the remainder of my time here, as mine is beginning to go bad and the other for when I make it to Japan) and a new computer.

I will be getting a phone call some time this week if I pass the screening process. Then I will have an interview, and maybe I will get the job.

Mar. 31st, 2014


I'm in that weird headspace again where the only thing I want to do anymore is drink and then sleep. The past few weeks have been an exercise in disappointment and upset, and I'm really tired of it all.

I honestly haven't felt this bad since I left my first university- and this might even be worse than that.

Don't worry, I'm not at the critical point yet, just starting to wonder what the point is to all of this. I work my ass off to get a damn letter at the top of the piece of paper and then it ends up not being the right letter. It doesn't matter how much I study, my grades never improve. I feel like I can't relate to anyone anymore, and my parents' moving preparations are just grating on me all the time. I actually got in the first major fight with my dad since I was in middle school the other day, and I've been feeling really shaky ever since. It honestly was my fault, but still- I haven't felt the desire to lash out at him like that for, what, eight years now?

Some of you may know that I have some health problems. Please don't worry- I don't think this is a symptom of them flaring up again, I've just been very stressed out lately and I haven't really been dealing with it in the healthiest of ways as of late. I have been sleeping for about fifteen hours a day when possible, and I probably shouldn't do that. I will probably be better once the semester ends and things calm down- it's just the double punch to the face of the preparations and the amount of work I've had to do this semester has been pretty bad, and I haven't been handling it well. Or, I was handling it well, until the other day.

So if I'm not around as much as usual, that's why. I don't have much energy once I've finished with the work I have to do and the only thing I have the capacity to do is watch stupid Youtube videos and sleep again.

Things should hopefully be back to normal soon.

Feb. 25th, 2014

Health Drinks

Today I decided to try a new health drink regimen I found online- after dinner, you drink apple cider vinegar mixed with boiling water and honey to promote digestion, help you lose weight, and clear up your skin. So I mixed three tablespoons of vinegar, and a squeeze of honey in boiling water in a mug and drank it.

It's... not terrible. It doesn't taste that great, but I can drink it without thiwanting to retch, which is more than I can say for some other health drinks my mother has had me try in the past. And if it works it's really a useful thing to know how to make and have on hand- supposedly it's good for digestion, acne, weight loss, preventing illness, and if you do get sick, it's supposed to be soothing to the throat. It just doesn't taste very good, and I don't know if I'd be able to drink a mug of it every single night. Hopefully doing it every so often will be enough, because if I drank it every night I think I would start smelling funky, like honey pickles.

It's just... I'm so sick of feeling poorly that I'm willing to try just about anything. Including potentially noxioous beverages. Even if it didn't taste terrible, my room now smells like a pickle barrel.

The prices we pay for health and beauty, you know?

Feb. 24th, 2014


Yesterday, I turned 22.

I really don't feel all that different now, to be hoenst. Except now I'm kind of hungover, since I deank 2/3 of a pitcher of sangria with dinner. That probably wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done. But it was tasty- sweet and tangy with plenty of fruit mixed in. Mmmm, sangria.

Sorry. Anyway, this is one of two times a year that I start to really reasses things and think about where my life is going. One is at New Year, the other is at my birthday. Granted, my birthday is less than two months after New Year, so the other 10 months of the year I just kind of blindly wander through. But this time, I think I may have to reasses soon.

Some of you may know that in another year my parents will be moving. And... I'm not super happy about this. To me, it feels kind of like I'm being forced out of my home, because, well, I am. Nobody asked me if I wanted to leave the home I've had for thirteen years now. Nobody asked me, “oh hey Kaboom, are you going to be done with university?” Nobody asked me if I thought it was a good idea. Instead, one day two years ago I hear from my parents, “oh yeah by the way we're moving across the goddamn country in 2015.”

Now, to be fair, I knew I was going to move eventually. Whether I got a job with a corporation in another city, or if I emigrated, clearly I was going to have to move eventually. But in that case, I would be moving on my terms, not anyone else's. Instead, I'm being forced out with no choice.

How does this relate to my birthday? Well, if things happen quicker than expected I may be celebrating my 23rd birthday in either my friend's apartment where I'll be crashing until further notice, or in my parent's new house, if it even exists at that point. Amazingly, nobody seems to have any clue when we'll have to move, except for “uhhh... sometime in 2015, maybe late 2014.” I have told my parents in no uncertain terms, however, that I am not leaving the house until 2015, and I'll stay here and pay the rent if I have to. I will not have graduated, I haven't had enough time to find alternate housing, and my younger brother will be graduating from high school in June of next year. If the company decides my parents need to move in November (which is when the first wave of moves are supposed to begin), then fuck it, I'm not going anywhere and they're just going to have to deal with it. My mother agrees, and if it comes down to it my father will move before anyone else, so we can have the house a little longer, while my mother stays behind with my brother and I.

I mean, I am an adult, I should be able to live on my own. And I would if I could afford it. Where I live now, the rent is ridiculous. I'd probably have to live with several other people just to afford a shitty studio apartment. Yeah, that's not going to happen. I can't afford to live here, but I really do not want to move to where my parents are going. The state they are moving to got hit a lot harder by the recession- currently it's basically a post-apocalyptic wasteland with no job prospects. But everyone keeps trying to talk it up to me. “Oh, Kaboom, [State] is awesome! There's all kinds of fun things to do there!” Yeah, like get shot and be unemployed. That sounds like so much fun, I can't hardly wait.

All in all, it was kind of difficult birthday for me. Knowing that this might very well be the last time I spend it with my family, and if it isn't, then in a few months after that I might be in their nightmarish dystopia of a “better life.” Yeah, that's going to be super fun. I can't wait! Maybe I'll even live to be 24, if things go well! Live fast die young, as they say.

Urgh. I think I need more sangria.

Jan. 25th, 2014

My First Semester

The past few days it's been ridiculously cold here, and this morning I woke up aching all over. I think it happened because I had to walk to class yesterday in bitter cold, the kind of cold that seeps into your bones and makes you feel frozen from the inside out. I had to take an hour-long shower when I got home to be able to feel anything in my extremities again. An auspicious start to my first semester in my new major.

My professors seem... interesting this time. I don't want to talk too much about what they're like with details because some of them are pretty unique, and it could out me and them, and I don't particularly want my professors reading my blog. Because that's just weird. But most of them seem like they'll be pretty good. However, there's one guy I'm a bit concerned about. If I had to guess I'd guess he's in his mid to late seventies, and he is either going senile or he has some pretty severe ADHD that was never diagnosed. He bounces around, and can't seem to keep his mind on track. He ranted on and on about... psychology, I think it was, for forty-five minutes before he managed to steer himself back on track. This wasn't a psychology class. This was a government class. The guys seems like a nice enough person, but... I don't know how I am supposed to pass the class if he can't remember what class he's supposed to be teaching.

Of course, it was only the first day. Maybe he'll manage to figure things out better once the semester gets into full swing.

I'm also really not looking forward to some of the projects I will have to do in my classes. All of them- every single one- has at least one group project. Considering I failed a class because of a group project last spring, I'm considering playing up the “I have medical issues” card to get out of it. I cannot afford to fail any more classes because I got stuck with a bunch of dumbfucks in my group. I need to graduate as soon as possible, as well as keep my GPA up if I want to be accepted with either a Japanese/English teacher exchange, or if I want to be accepted to a good law school. And I worry that if I am forced into more group projects I will have difficulty again this semester. Unfortunately, making hay of the fact that I have medical issues probably won't help much in the long term- if it goes in my file I might not get accepted to either of the things I am considering doing after college.

Honestly, I just want the weather to get better ASAP. I'm cold, and tired, and grouchy, and this semester isn't really off to the best start. At least it might be bearable if it wasn't -5 F with the windchill and I had to walk a mile in that weather. At least I would feel healthier and not be huddled around a computer and a space-heater trying to warm the cold out of my bones.

Jan. 18th, 2014

It's Happening

I always knew this day would come. I suppose one could say that it was ingrained in my destiny from my birth. I had no way to escape it- in fact, I'm probably lucky it's taken this long for it to happen, considering it had completed in my aunt by the time she was twenty.

I am talking, of course, about gray hair.

My hair is going gray, and it's advancing quite rapidly. In the past several weeks, I've noticed an exponential increase in my hair going gray, and it's even gotten to the point that my dad noticed it. He rarely ever notices things like that. But nope, last weekend I went downstairs for breakfast, and my dad turns to me, and says, “Kaboom, your hair... did you try to bleach it or something?”

No, I haven't tried to bleach my hair. I would look pretty ridiculous if I tried to bleach it. I am not one of those people who would look good as a blonde- I'm too pale, I'd look practically invisible. So when I said I hadn't tried bleaching anything, my dad sighs and says that means my hair is going gray.

He was right. And it sucks.

I know people in my family tend to get gray hair a lot younger than most people do- I have an aunt who started going gray at fifteen and was completely gray by twenty. I'll be twenty-two in a few weeks, so at least I managed to get through my teenage years without having to worry about gray hair. But still. It's awkward, because generally people don't start getting gray hair until later in their adulthood, but here I am just barely four years considered a legal adult and I'm already going gray.


Jan. 13th, 2014

Kaboom Goes On A Diet

Or tries to, at least.

Last Wednesday I decided to try to make good on one of my New Year resolutions: to lose weight. Since then, I've been trying to restrict myself to 1500 calories a day.

It's a lot harder than I expected. Not only are a lot of foods higher in calories than I expected (seriously, rice is 400 calories. What the fuck), I want to eat everything now. And I do mean everything- yesterday I was craving french fries with ketchup. I absolutely despise ketchup normally, even the smell of it makes me retch. But for some reason, I really wanted to eat it. Which is absolutely baffling to me. I can only assume that my brain is trying to sabotage me in more ways than one- first, to screw up my diet, and secondly, to make me sick. Although maybe if it made me sick I would lose weight faster.

Also, diet food tastes lousy. It's hard to be motivated to lose weight when everything tastes like cardboard. Like, yum, I can eat some special diet crackers. Yay. I totally want to stay on this diet to get healthier, and I can't have anything I actually like. No macaroons, no cake, no pasta, no nothing actually yummy. Crackers until Doomsday.

I know this sounds like I'm complaining a lot, but I am just cranky. I used to eat a lot, and it's only been about a week since I started. My mother says it gets easier after a few weeks, but I don't know. This is pretty hard.

Maybe once I lose weight I can actually start eating real food again once in a while.

Jan. 9th, 2014

Cold as BALLS

Two days ago, it was -11 degrees Fahrenheit where I live. Now, to anyone who lives in Scandinavia, Canada, or Russia, that might not seem that bad, and to you guys, it's probably not.

But for us? Apparently this was the coldest day in 50 years. I haven't been anywhere that cold since I was very small, like five or six years old. So it's been over a decade since I was anywhere where it ever got this cold.

It was so cold that yesterday, when I had to go out, it took three tries to get my car to start. My car is less than a year old and was winterized. My old car would sometimes have difficulty starting if it was less than 30 or so degrees, and sometimes even when it was above freezing, but a new car shouldn't have those problems. Even my father, who keeps his car in the garage, had difficulty getting his car to start as well, it was that cold.

I'm really dreading the semester starting up again, because I don't want to have to go to class when it's this cold out.

Dec. 20th, 2013


So, I found out today that what I thought was my carpal tunnel syndrome acting up is, in fact, not my carpal tunnel syndrome acting up. It is, instead, shoulder bursitis. Which is both good and bad.

The good part is that the bursitis should clear up on its own unless it gets infected, in which case I will need to go to the ER for emergency treatment, up to and including surgery, because if it gets infected, it is very easy for the infection to spread to the blood, which can apparently kill you. Fortunately, however, it is extremely uncommon for shoulder bursitis to become infected, While it is possible, by the statistics I probably won't have to worry about that too much. Of course, I've been a statistical anomaly before when it comes to health issues, so that may not be as comforting as one would hope.

The bad news is: it hurts like a bitch, and it can take several weeks for it to heal. I actually probably shouldn't even be typing, because it can aggravate the inflame bursae. But I can only tolerate so much lying around with a freeze-pack on my shoulder. That shit is cold! And I get bored easily- there's only so much time I can spend reading some random book of my dad's that I found in the basement with a freeze-pack on my shoulder.

The really weird part is, I have no idea why I would have gotten bursitis. I haven't done any out of the ordinary physical exertion lately. I haven't suffered any significant injuries to my arm. I just don't get it.

Dec. 14th, 2013

Fountain Pen Pics!

Finally found my camera. They're still not great, but they at least give you an idea of what they look like. I also couldn't find any blank white notebook paper, so I used a yellow legal pad.

I probably need to clean my desk...

Capped Sailor Clear  Candy Milk Coffee fountain pen

(a capped Sailor Clear Candy Milk Coffee fountain pen. The pen is brown with white spots, like a cow).

uncapped Sailor Clear Candy Milk Coffee fountain pen

(uncapped Sailor Clear Candy Milk Coffee fountain pen. You can also kind of see my fingers, holding it still).

Close up of the pen's nib, with text

(close-up of pen's nib, with my handwriting saying Hi! I'm Kaboom's fountain pen!)

bottle of J. Herbin fountain pen ink

(bottle of J. Herbin Cacao du Bresil fountain pen ink)

Dec. 12th, 2013

My New Pen

For a long time, I've been intrigued by fountain pens. They look so complicated, but they're so pretty. They have such a wide variety of ink colors that aren't necessarily reproduceable in the gel ink pens I usually use for writing various things, and I've always wanted to try using one. I bought a really cheap disposable one at the art store once, but it leaked all over the place and ended up ruining both my pen case and my clothes. So I've put off buying a real one for a while, because I'm nervous about how it would work out. The nib was also really broad and wrote widely on that pen, and because my handwriting is so small, really trying to write with anything bigger than a 0.7 mm line makes it illegible. I wasn't sure how wide most fountain pens wrote, and if I bought an expensive one, I would like to be able to use it and actually read whatever I had written.

Well, last week I finally bit the bullet and ordered a Sailor Clear Candy Milk Coffee fountain pen, medium fine nib. So far, I like it a lot, although I do wish the tip was a bit thinner. I would estimate it to be about equivalent to a 0.6/0.7 mm line, about the threshold for readability for my handwriting. I also bought a bottle of J. Herbin ink, although I haven't used it yet, I'm going to finish the cartridge of black ink that the pen came with first. Of course, in order to use the ink bottle, I had to get a ink converter too.

I can see how writing with fountain pens could be a very expensive hobby. The pen itself was $16.00, which was on the cheap end for fountain pens- I've seen pens for sale upwards of $200 at the fancy stationery shop in my city. The converter was $8.25, and the ink was $9.00. However, I've also done a lot of research, and the fountain pen may be more economical in the long run. I have a problem with hoarding office supplies, but even though I hoard them I end up buying more gel ink pens every few months because I go through them so quickly. I handwrite drafts of my fics, so I use a lot of ink. From what I understand, one bottle of ink for a fountain pen can last six months to a year, so I wouldn't have to buy pens as often, and they really do come in lovely subtle colors.

Of course, this doesn't mean I won't use my old pens anymore. I do get bored writing with only one color, and I don't think I'd want to have to clean my converter every few days to switch the ink color.

Pictures will be forthcoming in a few days- I can't find my camera at the moment and my cell phone doesn't do the pen justice.

Dec. 6th, 2013


I've known for a while that I've got the beginnings of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. When I was in the tenth grade the doctor told me it was starting, but I never really thought that much about it, until recently. It wasn't really much of a problem and apart from needing to be careful and use things like wrist rests when I'm using the computer, I hadn't really given much thought to it.

Until about a week ago, I suddenly woke up in the morning with terrible pain in my right wrist, shooting up my arm. I've been in constant pain since then, and haven't been able to do my usual computer usage. It hurts to type. It hurts to hold a mouse. It hurts to do much of anything. I'm doing alright today, but I don't know if this is just a temporary respite, or if I'm doing okay for the forseeable future.

Damn it, I'm twenty-one years old and it already feels like my body is breaking down.

Nov. 26th, 2013

Holiday Preparations

For those of you not in the US, Thanksgiving is on Thursday. As such, it's been insane the past few days trying to get all the food and stuff ready for everything. My grandparents are coming to visit for the holiday tomorrow, and as such, my family has been working very hard to provide for their preferences and dietary needs. And trying to get things that we want as well, for eating and drinking.

So yesterday, my dad decides that we should go to the liquor store to get some whiskey for my grandfather. He has diabetes and cannot drink beer anymore, because of how it turns to sugar in the bloodstream. It is okay for him to have whiskey, however, because it's more distilled. My mother wanted Bailey's Irish Cream and cream sherry- she tends to like sweeter alcohol than my dad, my grandfather, and I do. So we get a list of everything we need and we head off to the shop to get it.

When we get in there, though, there seemed to have been a run on the alcohol, since the store was out of a lot of things. They only had the coffee flavor of Bailey's- my mom hates coffee. They didn't sell the kind of whiskey my dad likes, so he had to buy the cheaper kind, which in my experience tastes like rocket fuel. And they didn't sell sherry of any kind there (because, as I found out later, is less than 15% alcohol, so it can be sold in a normal store instead of the special liquor store).

Now, if I'm being perfectly honest with you, I wasn't entirely sure what sherry tastes like, as I've never had it. So I bought some cognac instead, which is kind of sweet, like how my mom prefers her drinks.



And then she yelled back, “ASK WHERE IT IS, YOU IDIOT!”

What a wonderful family I have.

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