diego get off me.

i am home sick. again. because god got my body out of the bargain bin. so i left work early on thursday and stayed home on friday. went to dr. chen friday afternoon after boyfriend threw my phone at me and threatened to deprive me of food and computer games until i called her. and so i called, expecting she would be unavailable anyway as per usual. apparently the way to get a notoriously busy doctor to squeeze you in for an emergency appointment is to say you are bleeding and cannot stand because being in an upright position causes stabbing pains to shoot through your abdomen. i wasn't especially pleased, but went in anyway. people have asked me before why i am so hesitant to go to the doctor, even when i feel especially unwell. for the most part, i don't consider doctors necessary. maybe it's due to my korean upbringing, which instilled in me the belief that hospitals are actually just a place to go to die. on a less subconscious level, though, i just feel like every time i go to the doctor, i come out with some new thing that's wrong with me. and this time, i may have crohn's disease. which is just fucking great.

so now i'm sitting at home, trying to get caught up on this endless list of things i have to do before i leave my job. i don't really give a shit about the company or max, but i do care about leaving my team hanging. they're good people and i'll miss them. i'm feeling much better now, after 2 days of a soup&water diet. my comfort is elevated by the cuddly animals flanking my sides, although i suppose if i'm not careful they may soon cause that level to drop. my pants stink of dog slobber and rawhide. for some reason, diego finds it absolutely necessary that his bone be pressed against my thigh as he chews. i put a pillow between us, but then he went to town licking it for 5 minutes straight, so i took it away before he swallowed the thing whole, and conceded to letting him paint my thigh with his spit covered bone. oh god, now he's trying to climb onto my sdrsaruioxzZZ