I shouldn’t be online at all. I can’t post here without checking my school email. It’s ingrained habit. And there’s only so many times I can read “I forgot about the exam!” or “What’s going to be on the test?” or “I know I haven’t show up all semester, but I really need to pass this class!” without feeling the need to either drink some bleach or bring machetes to class. Seriously. I’ll be back after grading is and my brain has had a while to cool and solidify.
I want a haircut. I’m getting to that point where I want to walk into any Supercuts and just let them hack at it so I have a change. Which I would never actually do because I know how badly that goes. I’ve been saving pictures I find of hairstyles I like, too. But I’m still gunshy. Any time I pick out a style, I might walk out of the salon happy, only to realize the true horror the next day after my shower; there is no way in hell I can recreate whatever the stylist did, and I am SCREWED.
So, one of my favorite blog posts is also one about a hazardous running accident I had years ago. I’ve been plagued with problems ever since, and have seen first hand the stupidity of our healthcare system. I have also probably been blacklisted, as of thursday, as a “difficult patient”.
And to be clear, I don’t want to just be handed a jar of painkillers, I actually want to fix the problem, but that, you see, costs my healthcare provider actual money.
Actually, it’s more than 3 years, more like 8 years, but that seems like an over exaggeration even though it’s not, so I underplayed it. And am now typing this, so give or take 5 years of steady pain. Whatever…