Amnesia

dude
2002-11-21 05:15:56 (UTC)

IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS!!!!!!!!!!

I was in so much paine this afternoon. I still am a bit.
I'm never walking bare foot when I have a cut or anything
unusual on my feet again. I think I ended up having like 3
warts or so on my feet.

The LASER thingy the doc used to BURN them off with wasn't
THAT PAINFUL, it was that NEEDLE LIKE INJECTION to make me
stop feeling the pain that hurt like fucking shit. It
LITERALLY felt as though she struck a needle in me. But not
just that. She kept it there for a good TEN seconds. Not
only that, she did it FOUR times. And then came the little
pinches and the stinky laser.

I put up a stron face, but once I started walking I almost
cried. I practically bitched at my mom I was that damn
upset, and I couldn't help it. If I wouldn't have bitched,
I would have cried. It's like every time I took a step, I
felt as though my wound would be reopening.

My feet are swollen and all in bandages. Not to mention I'm
gonna throw out all my socks now, my family (mom) is gonna
vaccum and clean the whole house so that the virus doesn't
return.

I finally know how I got the damn thing. My owner, the
female, she had a wart that just wouldn't go away. (FOR
FOUR YEARS!!!) When they were fixing up the house before we
moved in, she must have walked over here and spread the
virus. DAMN HER!!! Now it's all over the fucking place, and
we've been living here for over 1/2 a year now. All our
stuff is fucking infected now. I already Lyosoled a whole
bunch of shit, but come on. It's been so long since I
realize this, and I FUCKING SLEEP ON THE FLOOR WITH THE
DAMN VIRUS!!!

Naturally I'm pissed at this. My mom was practically
waiting on me, and I didn't like it one bit. I don't like
it when people prepare me food, give it to me, make sure I
have everything I need. I hate it. I'm picky. What people
do for me always comes out wrong. It bugs me, but I don't
have the heart to correct them because they're helping.
Also if I want something, I'll go get it on the spot or
when I'm ready for it. I had to tell my mom to refill my
glass of water 3 or 4 times. It pissed her off cause I kept
walking around trying to make myself food. Eventually I
gave in cause it hurt, shaking with nerves, and really
tired. I'm not going to school tomorrow. I have to call
freestreet tell them I can't make it. Maybe I'll send an e-
mail to Anita right now. Yes I'll do that.

Tomorrow I'll try to memorize my monologue and study
French. Till another exciting thing happens in my life...

I'm Amnesia Spring,
and this is my life.