Where's My Apple Juice?

i got sick over the weekend and usually when im sick i like to mope around the house and whine a bit and basically act like a big baby and have someone take care of me. the past couple times ive been sick i have been lucky enough to have someone around to bring me medicine and soup and just those two acts alone made me feel loved and lifted my spirits. its nice to know someone is around when you feel like your on your deathbed you know? back in april i believe, i was sick again and both jon and james just happened to be visiting and came home one night with a big bag of medicine full of tylenol, nyquil, theraflu and boy did my little self feel special.

but this past weekend, no one was visiting and i was stuck at home alone miserable and too tired to get any decent food to eat so i ended up eating two oranges and oatmeal with raisin (leftovers from when leslie was here). yes my refrigerator really is that bare. i did mean to order some takeout chinese but passed out on the couch and by the time i woke up everything was closed. herein lies the downfall of living on your own. im going a bit over two years now of having my own apartment and for the most part i love it but when im sick, my oh my do i wish i had a roomate. but instead here i was, stuck at home loopting my patheticness for my friends to see only to have some of them laugh at my picture!

thankfully i feel much better now after having being put on antibiotics from the doctor and im well on my way to recovery. i did go see a throat specialist today to figure out why in the hell i get sick so much and always with the same symptoms but that chapter will have to wait as i have another appointment in two weeks. but what i did learn today is that i have small veins. funny because ive had my blood drawn plenty of times without any problems but today, as soon as i sat down i felt nervous as i wasnt quite confident the guy knew what he was doing and i was correct in my presumption. imagine sitting there, rubber band tied around your arm and looking down and seeing a needle with a test tube attached poking into you with no blood coming out. and there we sat for a good one or two minutes it felt like while he kept poking around and i made little whimpering noises. finally he called for someone else to come in and using my other arm, she was able to fill up two test tubes quite quickly. last time i went in there, they gave me an apple juice at the end and i was expecting the same but this time, even after walking out with a bandage on each arm, nothing.

some things in life just arent fair.