Today was so rotten. I have two people mad at me...and it's not fun, but I don't care nearly as much as I normally would, because I know I didn't do anything wrong. For one of them, I told them the truth when they didn't want to hear it, and for the other, I followed policy. Not my fault.
So they can get over themselves.
Also, I am (almost) sick. I felt okay, except that I have no voice, which is a neat little trick when I'm supposed to be assistant directing tomorrow night's Christmas play at school. I've been doing a lot of writing instructions on the board all week. Now, I'm starting to feel stuffy and congested, and last night I fell asleep at 7. SEVEN. After spending all weekend in bed, how can I still feel so tired? Sheesh. I have a million and three things to do for school. I don't have time to sleep my life away, and I don't have time to not have a voice.
I finally got that mysterious prescription in the mail from my doctor's office, and I was right--it was just a referral sheet to go back to the radiologist for another ultrasound. Another cavity search...yay. =/ Oh well, at least we're moving things along. I'd like to know what they're going to do if they find more cysts, and what it means for us...
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