In Denial? Me? Egypatian?
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It's Monday. Needle day.
I know I shouldn't flake out, I should just go and get it done, get it taken care of, but... yeah. It keeps getting so damned tempting to curl up and hide, refuse it, ignore it, deny it.
I don't want to deal with my mother. I don't want to sit there for hours with a needle in my hand. I don't want the panic and pain and nausia and tears and stomach-clenching fear that boils up inside me through every second of the hell that Mondays have become. I just want to go back to bed and pass out.
I want to sleep away today.
There aren't enough drugs on the planet to make this tolerable. Oh, speaking of which... I'm still fighting with OHP. I have NO idea if they are going to cover me through Kaiser this time around, which means that calling up and asking about medication is... iffy at best. Yah, much fun there. *twitches* So I'm gonna try the standard, see if it works, and when it doesn't (no optimism here, not after dealing with OHP for this long) I'm going to go on a calling-and-bitching rampage. Damn them all.
Tired. Hurting. Queasy. Frustrated. I don't want to deal with Mondays. I just want someone to curl up with, and to go the fuck back to bed. Now. Thank you.
- A Jax who is VERY much in denial of all things Monday-related, today -
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