Month: March 2013

I’m not sure why it still comes as a surprise to me that no one wants to live with me.

All the people I can think to ask specifically already have plans. SOs, marriages, starting families, previously determined room mate plans…

and when I make broad inqueries towards anyone whose plans I don’t know, not even the crickets sing.

Folk just don’t have room for Sammi.

I guess I should be used to it by now.

have been sick for a few days

first thought it was just hangover

that idea faded on the second day

then motion sickness because i am dumb and read on buses and trains despite knowing it makes me sick.

when I started vomitting every couple hours that idea went out the window.

Kate and her mom freaked and wanted to take me to the hospital

i said no. it’s just the flu. mom says its going around Calgary right now.

I don’t think they believed me because it was suggested a few more times.

flight home time comes; I’m still sick, and dry heaving, but I am at the airport and ready to go.

there may have been some delirious singing “Sammis goin home to cal ga reeeeee! Sammis goin to get her pup peeeee! Sammis gonna have her big ol ted deeeee! and batman’s gonna save miss Sam meeeeeeeee!”

they’re boarding they’re boarding, I’m feeling ready to vomit but they’re boar—

they are getting off the plane. the flight is cancelled due to mechanical problems.

two more hours in the customer service line dry heaving. plantitive whining when I’m told they put me on a new flight due to get in at 1030pm the next day.

the agent was super nice and got me a first class seat (1A!) on a flight getting home at 3pm.

they comped me a room and food and I got my cold and sick ass to San Mateo. It was another long anf headachy nausea filled night.

was supposed to have wake up call. they don’t do wake up calls even though that’s the header on the signup sheet. So while I set my alarm, I was still feeling sick enough to pass the fuck right back out.

woke up half an hour aftet my shuttle left.

had to go through security and check in again. there was nausea, but no sickness.
got on airplane. got in air. not feeling too ba— whoops there it is.

try to sleep

kinda half sleep.

just want to cry so bad. want to be home. hate being sick.

land. stumble through customs. almost fall over while waiting for bags. get out into airport and collapse into comfy chairs to take big deep breaths.

Dad shows up. we talk and walk. I try valiantly not to cry or vomit. Success!

get home.

get sick.

puppy’s happy to see me though.

it’s been a long few days. Mom thinks I got food poisoning.

tralalala

now. Mom and I have a deal where modifying a tattoo is an acceptable thing, whereas a new tattoo is not.

In fact mom and I have discussed modifying the one on my back (to look like my puppy’s paw print)

…adding an entirely new and much larger butterfly to my hip wasn’t really part of the discussions, but it’s totally modifying and not a new tattoo.