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tarotgalYou know, I don't mind being sick. I really don't. Not saying it's terribly romantic or that I don't feel miserable, because I definitely do... but it's good inspiration, it is. Apart from the part where my family's around.
Family seems to have no bloody problem listening or watching me suffer- which is just fine with me, it's not like I expect anything from them in the way of sympathy, which is why I probably turned out to be the nursemaid type :-) But here I am lying in bed trying to sleep (yeah, right, sleep? What's that again? Haven't seen it in days!) And Mother comes in to complain that I bloody missed the trash can (in my own bdroom) with a few tissues. Okay, this makes NO sense to me. They complain I take too much time when I refuse to set the table without washing my hands first and then lecture me about letting a bloody trash can overflow? LMAO! They apparently don't mind me hacking up a lung in front of them and then handing them food but leaving a couple tissues around in a room they don't go into? Um. Yeah. I think I'll stick with fiction. People seem a whole lot more sane in sneezefics *sigh*
Besides, both Remus and Obi have been cooperating marvelously with me today on that front.
Ugh. If only my minifridge wasn't in storage and I had a private bath. Then I could avoid them completely. I *so* miss having my own place. It's so much easier to feel properly miserable when there aren't people yelling at you to clean up and making you feel guilty...
Family seems to have no bloody problem listening or watching me suffer- which is just fine with me, it's not like I expect anything from them in the way of sympathy, which is why I probably turned out to be the nursemaid type :-) But here I am lying in bed trying to sleep (yeah, right, sleep? What's that again? Haven't seen it in days!) And Mother comes in to complain that I bloody missed the trash can (in my own bdroom) with a few tissues. Okay, this makes NO sense to me. They complain I take too much time when I refuse to set the table without washing my hands first and then lecture me about letting a bloody trash can overflow? LMAO! They apparently don't mind me hacking up a lung in front of them and then handing them food but leaving a couple tissues around in a room they don't go into? Um. Yeah. I think I'll stick with fiction. People seem a whole lot more sane in sneezefics *sigh*
Besides, both Remus and Obi have been cooperating marvelously with me today on that front.
Ugh. If only my minifridge wasn't in storage and I had a private bath. Then I could avoid them completely. I *so* miss having my own place. It's so much easier to feel properly miserable when there aren't people yelling at you to clean up and making you feel guilty...
