Remember what I wrote about my appendix way back when?
Yeah, it woke me up at 5:22 AM today and said "u better believe it; imma hurt u bitch."
I was like "FUCK.THIS.SHIT" and wanted to rip the fucking thing out.
Problem is, there'd be too much blood to take care of if I did... Hm...
torsdag 19 maj 2011
måndag 14 mars 2011
Long time, no... Post?
Unlike a good friend of mines (Angelica), I don't really post here a whole lot. Hell, I forget I got this place half the time... Oh well.
So, what to say this time around? Well, remember what I said about my appendix? Yah, that's what's been keeping me from going to school for (literally) 5 weeks in a ROW. That's bad news right there. It's a bloody pain in the ever loving ass.
Other than that, I'm working on a special assignment that's pretty fun (and interesting!) about Aspergers Syndrome (call it "Ass-burger" or whatever and die, asshole).
It's a lot of my personal experience and some other various things. It's fun to work on.
Other than that, I really have little-nothing else to say.
Seth, you're still a furry. And you know that, whoar.
So, what to say this time around? Well, remember what I said about my appendix? Yah, that's what's been keeping me from going to school for (literally) 5 weeks in a ROW. That's bad news right there. It's a bloody pain in the ever loving ass.
Other than that, I'm working on a special assignment that's pretty fun (and interesting!) about Aspergers Syndrome (call it "Ass-burger" or whatever and die, asshole).
It's a lot of my personal experience and some other various things. It's fun to work on.
Other than that, I really have little-nothing else to say.
Seth, you're still a furry. And you know that, whoar.
fredag 6 augusti 2010
Screwed appendix. Not fun. At all.
If you don't know what the appendix is, check it up on wikipedia. I can't really explain it properly.
Anyway, I was away camping for 3 days (Monday-Thursday). On the Wednesday night, I couldn't sleep. At all. Reason? I was in too much pain. How does that make sense? It was my appendix that caused the pain.
I was, no joke, on the brink of crying out of sheer pain. Several times, I might add.
Twice, again out of sheer pain, I puked. I rarely puke, especially out of pain. That's bad news right there.
Anyway, me and my mom took a cab to a hospital and to be honest, I want to blow that place up. For more reasons than one, I might add.
Yeah, I know what you might think "Why? It can't be that bad, can it?" but to be honest, it wasn't. It was WORSE.
First of all, the receptionist (I think her name was Linda or Nina or something, I didn't keep track nor do I care.) She's on THE list for me. ("THE list" is a list of people who can never be best friend with me).
She said, no joke, "Why'd you come here?"
I told her it was the appendix. What she replied "That was straight to the point" (or something to that effect, but still... How idiotic can you be?)
She told me it couldn't be my appendix. Reason? Because it's stomach flu season, apparently. And I had caught THAT. I did totally NOT have pain in my appendix.
Also, I "came in too early as I hadn't been in pain for long enough." (By this time, I had been in pain for about four hours, which apparently was "too little"... Freaking bitch.)
Needless to say, I wanted to yell at her but due to the pain, I restrained myself.
When I exited the receptionist area (admitting, it was really just a small room...) I overheard mom telling her she wanted to add to my journal that I have Aspergers Syndrome (call it Ass-burger or whatever and die asshole). Which I honestly doubt she did.
Now, by the time we got there, it was about 12:55 AM. At about 1:20 PM, I puked for the second time (the first time was when we were walking to the place where the cab was supposed to pick us up).
At about 1:40 AM, I was allowed to take some tests. And to be honest, here's why I doubt she wrote down I have Aspergers Syndrome. What happened? This:
The doctor led us to another room where he asked if I wanted to sit or lay down. I told him I'd prefer to sit but he said "No, you'll have to lay down." How... Nice.
Anyway, he did various tests but did NOT EXPLAIN what he did expect for on the first one. I had to ask my mom (she's a nurse, by the way) what in Hell's name that those tests did. Despite him hearing that I asked, he ignored me. Just how idiotic can you be?
On one of the tests, I was supposed to place my finger "there." Just where is "there"? I don't know. He didn't explain until later that I was supposed to stick IN my finger... How the hell was I supposed to know? I had never done those types of tests before!
Also, before you go on about "It's not their job", it actually is. It don't have to be detailed, but they have to explain to the patients what they're supposed to do and what they're going to test and similiar. Freaking morons.... Oh well.
However, "due to it being full, we might had to wait until morning for the test results." Which was... Not fun. At all. I was tired like hell by this time.
At 4 AM, I was allowed into another room to speak with the doctor. He came at 5:05 AM or so. No joke, me and my mom waited in that God damned room for an hour roughly.
When he, FINALLY, showed up, I learnt that it was my appendix (which it WASN'T at first...)
After that, me and mom called another cab. By this time, it was about 5:35 AM. The cab came at like 6:00 AM.
When we got back to the camping, it was about 6:27 AM. I had by this time been awake for 21 hours. I was tired like hell. Literally.
So yeah, my appendix is screwed. It can burst at any time and I have no clue as to when. It can be now, in an hour, in 3 days, in a week, in 10 days... I have no clue. All I know is that I have to undergo surgery if it does. Personally, I want to do it ASAP (As Soon As Possible) partly to have it done and partly... For personal reasons.
Also, if it bursts, I might die. Yeouch. The only person I really WANT to give a damn if I live or die, however, is one I rarely speak with... Also, it's my fault that we don't and I hate myself for it... *Sigh*
Anyway, I was away camping for 3 days (Monday-Thursday). On the Wednesday night, I couldn't sleep. At all. Reason? I was in too much pain. How does that make sense? It was my appendix that caused the pain.
I was, no joke, on the brink of crying out of sheer pain. Several times, I might add.
Twice, again out of sheer pain, I puked. I rarely puke, especially out of pain. That's bad news right there.
Anyway, me and my mom took a cab to a hospital and to be honest, I want to blow that place up. For more reasons than one, I might add.
Yeah, I know what you might think "Why? It can't be that bad, can it?" but to be honest, it wasn't. It was WORSE.
First of all, the receptionist (I think her name was Linda or Nina or something, I didn't keep track nor do I care.) She's on THE list for me. ("THE list" is a list of people who can never be best friend with me).
She said, no joke, "Why'd you come here?"
I told her it was the appendix. What she replied "That was straight to the point" (or something to that effect, but still... How idiotic can you be?)
She told me it couldn't be my appendix. Reason? Because it's stomach flu season, apparently. And I had caught THAT. I did totally NOT have pain in my appendix.
Also, I "came in too early as I hadn't been in pain for long enough." (By this time, I had been in pain for about four hours, which apparently was "too little"... Freaking bitch.)
Needless to say, I wanted to yell at her but due to the pain, I restrained myself.
When I exited the receptionist area (admitting, it was really just a small room...) I overheard mom telling her she wanted to add to my journal that I have Aspergers Syndrome (call it Ass-burger or whatever and die asshole). Which I honestly doubt she did.
Now, by the time we got there, it was about 12:55 AM. At about 1:20 PM, I puked for the second time (the first time was when we were walking to the place where the cab was supposed to pick us up).
At about 1:40 AM, I was allowed to take some tests. And to be honest, here's why I doubt she wrote down I have Aspergers Syndrome. What happened? This:
The doctor led us to another room where he asked if I wanted to sit or lay down. I told him I'd prefer to sit but he said "No, you'll have to lay down." How... Nice.
Anyway, he did various tests but did NOT EXPLAIN what he did expect for on the first one. I had to ask my mom (she's a nurse, by the way) what in Hell's name that those tests did. Despite him hearing that I asked, he ignored me. Just how idiotic can you be?
On one of the tests, I was supposed to place my finger "there." Just where is "there"? I don't know. He didn't explain until later that I was supposed to stick IN my finger... How the hell was I supposed to know? I had never done those types of tests before!
Also, before you go on about "It's not their job", it actually is. It don't have to be detailed, but they have to explain to the patients what they're supposed to do and what they're going to test and similiar. Freaking morons.... Oh well.
However, "due to it being full, we might had to wait until morning for the test results." Which was... Not fun. At all. I was tired like hell by this time.
At 4 AM, I was allowed into another room to speak with the doctor. He came at 5:05 AM or so. No joke, me and my mom waited in that God damned room for an hour roughly.
When he, FINALLY, showed up, I learnt that it was my appendix (which it WASN'T at first...)
After that, me and mom called another cab. By this time, it was about 5:35 AM. The cab came at like 6:00 AM.
When we got back to the camping, it was about 6:27 AM. I had by this time been awake for 21 hours. I was tired like hell. Literally.
So yeah, my appendix is screwed. It can burst at any time and I have no clue as to when. It can be now, in an hour, in 3 days, in a week, in 10 days... I have no clue. All I know is that I have to undergo surgery if it does. Personally, I want to do it ASAP (As Soon As Possible) partly to have it done and partly... For personal reasons.
Also, if it bursts, I might die. Yeouch. The only person I really WANT to give a damn if I live or die, however, is one I rarely speak with... Also, it's my fault that we don't and I hate myself for it... *Sigh*
torsdag 29 juli 2010
Idiotic bus drivers.
Whenever I attend school, in the morning, I ride a bus. This is a typical thing that happens for me whenever it's a certain busdriver (I dunno his name but I just call him "The pissed one").
Me: Hello.
He: Hi.
Me: *Pays the fee using my bus card*
The instance I'm done and removed my card, he starts driving. I'm not joking. I have to walk in a moving bus (and sometimes VERY FULL) to be able to sit down in order to put away my bus card again. Is that fun? No. Not even a little. It's a literal pain in the ever loving ass. More than once, I've tripped (or almost) due to this, too. It's NOT something that should have to happen.
Once when I tripped, I fell onto a seat. Although empty, it was a girl on the seat next to mine. She was looking out through the window, saving me an awkward explanation but still. How in Hell's name can you be like that?
Also, there's 3 bus stops near where I have to get off for school. One is a bit before, mine and then another one a bit later. Twice, I've had to jump off at the latter one. What's wrong with that? The fact that it's about 150 meters (aprox. roughly 300 feet) that I have to walk. Although not a lot, it's bad service. Very.
The first time this happened, it was this:
I pressed the button to show I was getting off at my stop. Did he stop? Hell no! He kept driving. At the next stop, I got to jump off. How nice...
Second time:
For some reason, the bus I was riding that particular day wouldn't sound. I don't know why to be honest. Anyway, I pressed at the usual time (right after the one before mine). Did he stop? Hah! He wouldn't even break! When I stood up, he noticed I was going to jump off. I'm not kidding. Also, this time, it was raining. Heavily. Needless to say, it wasn't fun. At all.
To be honest, I want him fired ASAP (As Soon As Possible). Reason? He's don't care even REMOTELY for passengers saftey. The instance everyone is on, he'll drive.
In a small city I have to pass to get to my school called Järpen, there's a place where only one car can drive at once (to make people slow down). He stopped there once to get some money from someone who couldn't pay the last time she rode. I'm not joking. HE WAS FREAKING BLOCKING TRAFFIC FOR THE LOVE OF HELL.
Also, if someone ELSE blocks traffic (due to traffic lights or similar), if they don't start driving the instance it turns green, he'll get pissed. He once shouted (I sat near the front of the bus) "Move damn it! It's green!"
I was about to shout back "Shut the fuck up you stupid idiot, not everyone reacts as fucking fast as you" but I restrained myself.
He's done those kinds of things a LOT.
A prime example of it is this:
3 girls was waiting near a bus station. He drove past them. I'm not joking. HE IGNORED THE PASSENGERS. My big brother (who was behind us when this happened as he was heading to work) however picked them up. I honestly was about to tell him "Dude, they waited for the God damn bus. I don't care if you don't wanna pick them up, they waited, you're the God damn bus driver."
However, I got a feeling that if I do, he'll stop picking me up... Which'd suck.
I'm thinking about doing it the last time I have to ride with him, however....
Me: Hello.
He: Hi.
Me: *Pays the fee using my bus card*
The instance I'm done and removed my card, he starts driving. I'm not joking. I have to walk in a moving bus (and sometimes VERY FULL) to be able to sit down in order to put away my bus card again. Is that fun? No. Not even a little. It's a literal pain in the ever loving ass. More than once, I've tripped (or almost) due to this, too. It's NOT something that should have to happen.
Once when I tripped, I fell onto a seat. Although empty, it was a girl on the seat next to mine. She was looking out through the window, saving me an awkward explanation but still. How in Hell's name can you be like that?
Also, there's 3 bus stops near where I have to get off for school. One is a bit before, mine and then another one a bit later. Twice, I've had to jump off at the latter one. What's wrong with that? The fact that it's about 150 meters (aprox. roughly 300 feet) that I have to walk. Although not a lot, it's bad service. Very.
The first time this happened, it was this:
I pressed the button to show I was getting off at my stop. Did he stop? Hell no! He kept driving. At the next stop, I got to jump off. How nice...
Second time:
For some reason, the bus I was riding that particular day wouldn't sound. I don't know why to be honest. Anyway, I pressed at the usual time (right after the one before mine). Did he stop? Hah! He wouldn't even break! When I stood up, he noticed I was going to jump off. I'm not kidding. Also, this time, it was raining. Heavily. Needless to say, it wasn't fun. At all.
To be honest, I want him fired ASAP (As Soon As Possible). Reason? He's don't care even REMOTELY for passengers saftey. The instance everyone is on, he'll drive.
In a small city I have to pass to get to my school called Järpen, there's a place where only one car can drive at once (to make people slow down). He stopped there once to get some money from someone who couldn't pay the last time she rode. I'm not joking. HE WAS FREAKING BLOCKING TRAFFIC FOR THE LOVE OF HELL.
Also, if someone ELSE blocks traffic (due to traffic lights or similar), if they don't start driving the instance it turns green, he'll get pissed. He once shouted (I sat near the front of the bus) "Move damn it! It's green!"
I was about to shout back "Shut the fuck up you stupid idiot, not everyone reacts as fucking fast as you" but I restrained myself.
He's done those kinds of things a LOT.
A prime example of it is this:
3 girls was waiting near a bus station. He drove past them. I'm not joking. HE IGNORED THE PASSENGERS. My big brother (who was behind us when this happened as he was heading to work) however picked them up. I honestly was about to tell him "Dude, they waited for the God damn bus. I don't care if you don't wanna pick them up, they waited, you're the God damn bus driver."
However, I got a feeling that if I do, he'll stop picking me up... Which'd suck.
I'm thinking about doing it the last time I have to ride with him, however....
Yo folks.
I hate doing presentations. I'll do something simple.
Name's Andreas, call me Andy or whatever. I don't care a lot.
Age: 20
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship: Taken
Likes: Games, reading, music, animé, manga.
Dislikes: Idiots, bullies, braggers, tier-based games, games that's OH so needed to do tournaments in. They bore me. Like hell, I might add.
Height: 6,6' 7'' (200cm/2.00m)
Hair: Short brown
Eyes: Brown
Occupation: Studying
Favorite animal: Dog
Least liked animal: Snake
Favorite color: Blue
Least liked: None, really.
That's about all I can think of. Things you'll find in this blog is really just everyday life stuff. Don't expect something fancy because I'm a lazy sunnuva.
Name's Andreas, call me Andy or whatever. I don't care a lot.
Age: 20
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship: Taken
Likes: Games, reading, music, animé, manga.
Dislikes: Idiots, bullies, braggers, tier-based games, games that's OH so needed to do tournaments in. They bore me. Like hell, I might add.
Height: 6,6' 7'' (200cm/2.00m)
Hair: Short brown
Eyes: Brown
Occupation: Studying
Favorite animal: Dog
Least liked animal: Snake
Favorite color: Blue
Least liked: None, really.
That's about all I can think of. Things you'll find in this blog is really just everyday life stuff. Don't expect something fancy because I'm a lazy sunnuva.
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