Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
I hate you.
Apparently yesterday was the superbowl. How the hell could I have managed to miss that?! It's horrible, let me tel ya. Oh! I know where I was! I was writing a fuckng resolution and a position paper on NOTHING! I managed to write three pages (1 page res + 2 pages pos. paper) that state, yes! Global Warming, is a problem, and YES! we should do something about it, and YES! We are open for suggestions. Anything outside of that would be....... bad. And then, at four fifty-three this morning, when my alarm clock went off and I only had one page written, I had a genuine panic attack. The bottom dropped out, and I felt chest pains, and dizzy, and I couldn't breathe. I thought I was having a heart attack.
But after half an hour of sheer drama in fighting with my mother (she wanted to take me to the ER, I said no.), and three hours in the ER, we find out it was a panic attack, and to quote the doctor that treated me, I am "apprently under an extreme amount of stress."
NO shit. I don't need to pay three hundred dollars to be hooked up to an oxygen tank and to find that out. *facepalm*
I need a good vacation from life, but Nooooooooooooooo. As soon as we walked in the front door, Mom started bitching at me, and STILL WANTED ME TO GO TO SCHOOL. Just for reference here, I hadn't slept in about thirty-six to 48 hours, and in those 36-48 hours I had had one panic attack, three fights with my mother, a great trip to the mall with Cody, a stressful morning with Sara, and another confusion where my father called me up at midnight, thinking I was my mother and crying, asking me to come back. And I still don't have those papers done, not really.
There's no way I was going to school without some heavy sedatives first.
Mom called me a stuck-up bitch. If it makes me a bitch to not want to go to school after that, than call me Shannon Doherty, because I am the queen of bitches. She just called me a minute ago, and ratted me out for being "chicken shit" and now I feel dizzy.
theparisian at 1:30 p.m.