The thrill is SO gone

I think I hate everything again. Oh yeah, and everyone too.

My afterglow is officially over. :(

I went to the Doctor today to attend to my Burning Man injury (infected finger--bleck). He opened it up with a scalpel (eeep!) and gave me a week's worth of antibiotics. I'm all sick and puketacular as a result. I've never done well with seeing my own blood and the antibiotics are wreaking havoc with my already delicate stomach. I am not a happy camper.

The doctor also looked at my ass. Surgery. Again. Impending doom. Poor sad ass, I'm so sorry to do this to you yet again. I'm not ready to go through another recovery. I left the office crying.

I'm tired. I'm cranky. There's never enough time to sleep or breathe. My finger hurts, my tummy's upset, and I'm going under the knife yet again.

What a craptacular day.

Sorry for the temper tantrum

The finger is better today--the antibiotics are working their magic. The ass was in for it anyways. I'll live through it like I lived through the first assault on mien heinie. Life goes on. So does my ass.

A little sleep does wonders for a personality--thanks for putting up with me last night.

All sorts of love out to ya.

*mwah*