I'm getting to talk to Caleb pretty frequently right now, which is really sweet. I miss him a lot... since the whole u-haul thing got mostly-scrapped courtesy of a mother who thinks that it would be a 'waste of money', among other things... yeah.

*sighs, stretching*

So, today, Advil, sugar for infections... what was the third thing? Darn it, I know there was a third thing. And I know it was important, or I wouldn't be stressing about remembering it. What the fuck was it I wanted/needed/remembered? ARGH!

This is going to drive me nuts.

Oh, and apparently the rest of Ryan's stuff (Alan and Mike and I only grabbed one load) was going to be thrown out, until Joe - wonderful Joe - just grabbed the stuff and stowed it. *twitches* Did they not hear the 'this is ONE load, I will come back for the rest' when he said it?

Gah.

Yes, I'm irritated at people right now. I hurt a LOT, I feel like shit, I'm trying to get a primary care provider through CareOregon/OHP and have now tried calling, and emailing, and am hoping that one or the other gets answered. If not, then tomorrow I repeat the process, and so on, and so on.

*twitch* Evil body. Cooperate!

It's not doing so.

Not at ALL.

But hey, this is nothing new, right?

*twitches some more, curling up* I'm going to go hide in my nice warm room and wait for my mother to ring. I so very very very don't want today to be happening at all. At least I had the common sense to call up and tell them not to mix the IV until I got there, so that if I DO end up in too bad a condition to deal with it, it won't cost my mom anything.

*shudders*

I hate mondays.