This Really IS Incredibly Not Fair

I’m sick AGAIN.

Honestly February, WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM. LEAVE NOW.

….

And nevaah….come backkkkk!!

So, the last time I had a cold my sickness went sort of like this:

• Wake up feeling sick
• Register alarm
• Drink many liters of tea and water
• Go to bed
• Wake up the next morning feeling not sick

Obviously, the tea and water part are key….my pet theory is that the clear fluids flush your body of evil sickness causing things, thereby making you better.

I still believe that even though I took Bio I and am nearly done with Advanced Bio.

Anywho, Tuesday I saw the place where my mum had written “Clean Me” in the dust on the top of my desk, and I took that to heart, and cheerfully turned my room upside down. The upshot being that my room is now rather wonderfully neat and tidy…the downside is that I’m rather severly allergic to dust. And I found a whole lot of dustbunnies in my room. That got disturbed and flew up into the air. And then I got to breathe them in. So, I spent the rest of the day sniffing theatrically and frantically blowing my nose, hoping to expel the nasty bits of dust.

The next morning, I woke up and my throat was sore and my nose was stuffy and I was like “CRAP” only with somewhat more lurid phrasing….actually not that much more lurid, I just wanted to say that because I thought it was a cool phrase

My pet theory for this is that there were cold germs hiding with the dustbunnies, and when the dust got disturbed and flew into the air so did the cold germs. Although this probably isn’t the case, as many of my NBYO friends seem to be registering sickness as well. So it’s probably something that went around all of us on the weekend.

I therefore went into fullout panic mode (No, I will not be sick, no no no no I AM NOT SICK) and tried to implement my strategy.

However this time it hasn’t worked as well…it’s gone something more like this:

• Register sickness
• PAAAAANNNIIICCCCC
• Remember that you implemented a plan for this sort of happening
• Gulp tea frantically
• Get busy doing something else
• Realize you’re not drinking enough tea
• Get more tea
• Get doing something else
• Realize you’re not drinking tea
• Go to get more tea only to see there is no more tea
• Drink water while you wait for more tea
• Do other stuff
• Freak out because you haven’t drunk enough tea
• Drink your last bit chai tea from your birthday because you are sick and you deserve chai tea
• Register still being sick the next morning.
• Panic more

I feel like if I had just had a little more tea yesterday I’d be fine today….

Happily my dad bought a bunch of chai tea today and I am gleefully trying to decide whether chai tea with honey or sugar is better. I’m thinking sugar at the moment because the honey imparts a distinct flavour that messes with the chai flavour of the tea. Honey is good in orange pekoe, which is what I drink in the mornings and when I feel like sharing the tea I make. Chai tea is mine. I don’t share chai tea.

Actually, I don’t think any of my other family members like chai tea, so I think my tea is safe from them.

I’m feeling very worried. I don’t function well when I’m sick; I get the fabled “man cold”. So today I sort of did school…and then collapsed in a heap on the couch and had a nap. Then a TELEMARKETER called and WOKE ME UP.

I hung up rudely. In my defense I was mostly asleep and rather sick.

I don’ wanna be sick no more….*pouts*

I sent an awkward e-mail to my teacher being all like “hi, I can’t come to orchestra, is that okay, okay bye”…..so now I’m home on the couch with my mug of chai tea (sugared) a blanket, and the computer.

I’m contemplating warm milk with honey before bed.

And I hope this stupid cold-and February-go right back where they came from.

Hiding in a corner behind my bookshelf, waiting to be sucked up by the vaccuum and carried off to the landfill where they will DIEEEEEE.

 

 

Lame Stuff my Dentist Says

So, today I had the pleasure of spending my afternoon in the chair at the dentist’s, painfully inhaling the disgusting dentist-office smell. You know…it sort of smells like sadness and fear. And teeth.

Anyways, my dentist has always sort of freaked me out. She has a very…intense…personality, and likes to have everything exactly her own way. Since my jaw has been messed up since I was about six, she’s been singlehandedly trying to force appliances on me, which has been a little nervewracking, since nearly every time I’ve seen her she’s told me that I Must Do This Thing To My Mouth, even though it totally contradicted what my orthodontist would say. This was necessarily intimidating.

Here now, are some lame things my dentist said to me today

“You need to toughen up your gums, they’re looking really tender.”

Oh gee, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to feel pain when you STICK POINTY THINGS INTO MY FACE. I mean, seriously, you’re digging around in my mouth with a very very dangerous looking sharp metal pick, and you expect me to be all like, oh, nbd, I never feel pain because I am awesome?? Honestly, usually when I get poked with sharp things, I WINCE. Got it? That’s just how these things work. Don’t say that to me again the next time you stab me with a metal pick. I might bite you.

“Do you drink tea? Yes? Well, you need to drink it through a straw. It’s staining your teeth.”

Tea. Through. A. Straw. What is wrong with you….yes I realize you’re not a tea drinker, but if you’ve ever in your life drunk coffee or hot chocolate you must realize that it DOES NOT WORK THROUGH A STRAW. Tea through a straw is like trying to eat soup with a fork. It fails. Epicly. All the enjoyment is gone. You might as well have just told me to straight up stop drinking tea, although I’m sure those words were on the tip of your tongue.

For the record, I don’t plan on starting to drink tea through a straw. This is going to be one of those times when I ignore my dentist. Sue me.

“Don’t turn off the suction until you take it out of your mouth.”

This isn’t actually a dumb thing, its actually a really smart thing. She said it while wiping my face after I spewed pale green drool all over my chin. It was embarrassing.

“mmfummmfmfffheadmmghdfffmmaurghturnmmmghtrmedkmurf.”

Oh sorry, you want me to turn my head? I couldn’t hear you over all the scary dental noises. I don’t even know what direction you want me to turn in. Tilt my head up? Or down…wait, what? Please speak louder.

Then of course, while she was doing something to me, there was that epic incident where I thought I was going to die…see, she was using this machine that spewed a fine layer of mist in its path, and she was doing my top teeth…I think it was a stain removing somethingorother. Somehow the mist was spraying right up my nose, and I was like “Oh crap, I’m going to drown at the dentist, how sad is that” and I made a noise that to me perfectly summed up my feelings of “I’m drowning right now but if I make a really loud sound it might startle you and you might stab me again with the pointy metal whirring thing in my mouth and I don’t want that to happen so I hope you hear me before I drown”.

At any rate, they realized that what I was breathing in was mostly water, and either my dentist or dental hygienist had the totally brilliant idea that if they laid a kleenex over my nose, it would block the water and I would be able to resume the process of breathing. So, fears of drowning momentarily allayed, they continued on doing whatever it was they were doing, until it happened.

The kleenex got wet enough that it started sticking to my nose when I would breathe in, and I literally could not breathe. No air. At all. So I started to panic. What do I do? They’re working right in the way of my nose, so if I try to pull the kleenex off I won’t be able to reach it because they’re in the way, and then I’ll mess them up, and then it’ll get really bad.

But then I really really couldn’t breathe, and so I sort of wildly grasped at my nose and totally missed, but the dental hygienist got my drift, and pulled the kleenex free. This made things alright for about two breaths, and then it started sticking again, and I repeated the process. While this all was happening, I was wondering if they would have noticed if I had passed out, or would they have just kept on cleaning my teeth, while I slowly suffocated. The corpse would be growing cold, and all they would care about was the tea stains on my front teeth.

Then they removed the kleenex, and I heaved a literal sigh of relief.

Anywho, that was my day at the dentist.

It came after a crazy weekend involving NBYO, cool hipster rappers (yes, hipster rappers. It was a wee bit disconcerting at the first), and a totally embarrasing out of character incident that sort of happened in front of hundreds of people. I was reassured that this incident was not actually bad but actually sort of cool, however, I’m not posting what it was here. If you really want to know what it is, you’ll have to contact me personally in some way, and I will have to determine whether I can trust you before you can find out. Let it just be known that I was totally mortified. I realize that part of being a teen is embarrassing yourself in front of people, however, for most people it doesn’t happen in front of hundreds of people.

Then yesterday I played in a quartet in a wedding that went on. For. Ever. It was crazy. I had a ripping headache the whole time. When I got home I was so tired I cried. No reason for it. I was just so tired that I felt like crying. So I did. I then had a bubblebath and hot chocolate, and felt much better.

Anyhow, that was my day/weekend.

Happy almost Hunger Games everyone!

This Is Not Even Fair

It’s February again.

Last February, I felt like this. Plus I had pneumonia.

Eleven months is so not enough space between the most craptastical month of the year. In fact, I could happily live the rest of my life without another freaking February. Sorry to those of you who actually like February. You’re nuts. No offense.

I’m trying to not have a repeat of last year’s month of sadness…but I fear it’s a losing battle.

Today is the second, correct?

Well, already February is making it’s stupid presence known.

I was really really happy all morning (getting 100% and 99.5% on two tests in a row is conducive to happiness) and then I was doing all sorts of stupid paperwork for my music festival submissions, and I was timing my pieces, and realized that all but one of them is too long for the final concert at the end. Which sounds sort of silly and pretentious but seeing as I’ve played in the concert the past two years I was kind of hoping to get in again this year, as it’s my last year in the category and all that. But now there’s only one song short enough, and it’s solo Bach, and solo Bach is never ever going to get in the final concert. And it would suck to play it in the final concert anyways because everyone else plays really dramatic showy concerto-y stuff.

Anyways, that was enough to send me into a spiral of apathy and sadness for the rest of the afternoon. Even watching Ellen and drinking hot chocolate was not enough to cheer me up (it didn’t help that the hot chocolate was watery because there was basically no powder left in the tin). Internetz and yarnings were ineffectual as well. Finally, being all alone since about 1pm hasn’t helped either. It’s a lot easier to act normally around people than while alone.

So now I am frantically listening to Josh Groban, because Josh Groban is A Happy Thing. And I just bopped back and forth, which is A Hopeful Thing.

And oh, February? What the heck, why are you one day longer this year??? Seriously, if that is your idea of a joke, IT’S NOT FUNNY. GET OVER YOURSELF. And for goodness sake, go back to being 28 days.

Okay, only 27 more days, and then you leave, February. *breathes in deeply* March is coming and it will pwn you, Febby!