Some things, I just can't do.
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...gods... it's a Monday.
I am losing my voice, I can barely breathe, my throat is on fire, I'm dehydrated, there are huge dark circles under my eyes. I do not, I repeat DO NOT, want to go with my mother today. Seriously, spending even a few minutes with her is pretty damned high on my list of 'must not happen'. I woke up because I was crying. *blinks* I have no idea WHY I was crying other than the fact that everything f'ing HURTS, but any day when I wake in tears isn't my version of a GOOD day.
I'm going to have to call my doctor - I doubt there's anything she could do for this, but I'll see if I can request some decently high-powered cough syrup - to have her call OHP and get Ryan his refund. I'd rather deal with her than with my mother any day. Besides, since Becca is getting/has gotten this crap too, getting a nice large bottle of liquid happy seems like an excellent plan. I'm running out of vicodin already. This fucking hurts.
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