I'm sorry, wait.

There was one more miserable day, and that's when I got sick sophomore year of high school.

Two weeks of having to decide, every time I was thirsty - do I drink the milk (and resign myself to being unable to properly breathe for the next few hours) or the water (which would burn going down)? Mostly, I just stayed thirsty, which was probably the wrong choice.

My mom finally sent me to school anyway. I stumbled in with a massive headache and fogginess, only to find out that finals had started. Stumbled back home. Had to take my finals, all of them, a few days late with a special doctor's note. I was actually crying, it hurt that bad. I managed to pass, but how, I don't know.

But! At least there was no vomiting.

So maybe it wasn't worse than the current illness, maybe they're just about the same. After a certain level of awfulness, does it even matter anymore? What's the point of comparing them?

I got a pad in the mail today!

Yay!

It's all bacon and eggs-y with pancakes too, and I remember I ordered it in heavy/overnight because that's the most useful size ever, and it came with a free sachet and a bag to wash all my pads in so they stay together in the wash and a discount on my next order. I might actually *have* a next order, so I won't give it away just yet. Indeed, I intend to have a next order.

I was so happy. I ran up the stairs thinking very clearly "Yup, I'm so happy that I may very well bleed on this today", but then I realized that even given the circumstances, that's an odd (if honest) sentiment.

(I probably won't bleed on it today. I got a little note, too, suggesting I prewash it for maximum absorbancy. I wonder why all the fabric wasn't prewashed before being sewn for just this reason, but I'm sure that would add to the price, what with water and electricity costs and whatnot, and am willing to take the advice from the very maker of my pad.)

Here's something interesting.

While I was busy throwing up, my mom was watching the French channel, some movie about the second wife of the Shah of Iran. She couldn't sleep either. She was coughing, and anyway, I was in her bed. It's just not that big.

If I was looking at the screen and seeing the subtitles, I didn't understand the French. If I was paying attention in between "feeling really sick" and "actually throwing up", so I wasn't looking at the screen, I didn't understand the French. But if I was just lying down on the bed (or the bathroom floor... I was really out of it by about 4am) with my eyes closed, or if I was actively throwing up (or just finishing or about to) and not paying attention at all? I totally understood the French. This isn't just my mind - I'd check the subtitles after, and ask my mom, and I was right.

How odd. I didn't know my passive knowledge of the language was anywhere near that good. It doesn't seem like it should be.

YAAAAAAAY!

I've got pads coming in the mail! I've got pads, coming in the may-ul, I've got paaaaaads, coming in the maaaaaaaaail, and nobody is getting a present this year!




Well. I am! From me! I guess there's always Little Christmas, right?

I also know I'm getting a bra from Angelique. It was apparently her idea, either because I'm only ever able to find one at a time (that's an ongoing issue) or because she thinks it's fun to stick it in the freezer.

(Yes, I also realize I have a problem. I'm not buying any more pads anymore. For a while. I'll just practice making them out of old pajamas which ( Read more... )

, so I don't care about them.)

Edit: Actually, I have *fortunately* bought most of these presents already. So most people will get something, and I really did already intend to push Little Christmas more, because some years the niecelings go up to their father's family for Christmas (which is just as it should be, of course), and our family has always (eh... that's how my mother spins it, I don't remember it being *that* important) done Little Christmas, so my mom can be happy every year too. (Not that she *will* be, but we can only hope.)