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I got the vaccine, no problem. I get a flu shot and I get a fever.
Ah well, it didn't last long.
I am so distracted right now, I don't know why I decided writing this would help. I used to vent on LJ all the time, but that seems so far away.
I am subsisting in the wee hours of the morning on fruit and low-cal fiber one bars, so of course my supermarket has stopped carrying the fiber one bars. Every replacement I've found has at least double the calories, and for this diet to work I have to watch that. Most of the time, all I can think about is food. Except when I'm eating, then I think of whatever song I've got stuck in my head. This is my life now.
My stepbrother got diagnosed with diabetes about three weeks ago. He is doing way worse than me, blood-sugar wise, and while diet is important they're giving him injections too. I wish I could say I was shocked at how bad off he was, but he weighs about at least a hundred pounds more than my fat ass and he was drinking six liters of ginger ale a week.
In other news, I have my, umm.. fifth new therapist since I started going to this psych place, and she's an intern, so who knows how long that'll last. It's such a pain to have to recite my shit to the next person in line. I just hope she's as nice as she seems.
So that was some whining.
Umm.. I got my car back after it was in the shop for 3 months. They can't find anything wrong with the damn thing. Except sometimes it doesn't start. Whattaya think, gremlins?
Ah well, it didn't last long.
I am so distracted right now, I don't know why I decided writing this would help. I used to vent on LJ all the time, but that seems so far away.
I am subsisting in the wee hours of the morning on fruit and low-cal fiber one bars, so of course my supermarket has stopped carrying the fiber one bars. Every replacement I've found has at least double the calories, and for this diet to work I have to watch that. Most of the time, all I can think about is food. Except when I'm eating, then I think of whatever song I've got stuck in my head. This is my life now.
My stepbrother got diagnosed with diabetes about three weeks ago. He is doing way worse than me, blood-sugar wise, and while diet is important they're giving him injections too. I wish I could say I was shocked at how bad off he was, but he weighs about at least a hundred pounds more than my fat ass and he was drinking six liters of ginger ale a week.
In other news, I have my, umm.. fifth new therapist since I started going to this psych place, and she's an intern, so who knows how long that'll last. It's such a pain to have to recite my shit to the next person in line. I just hope she's as nice as she seems.
So that was some whining.
Umm.. I got my car back after it was in the shop for 3 months. They can't find anything wrong with the damn thing. Except sometimes it doesn't start. Whattaya think, gremlins?
