That... is my arm. After a week of constant stress, worrying, and sadness, I have a rash. Shit.
Alright, let's start at the very beginning, last Monday.
My grandpa died, at his birthday party. I had to watch my little cousin to make sure she didn't see what was happening, but she was still pretty upset. Even I didn't know what was going on, I figured something bad had happened but not death.
Then my great aunt comes down for the funeral. She has some major panic attacks, and they take her to the hospital. They tell her she can't go to the funeral and send her to the hospital in Burlington (where she lives) for another day.
Alright, so the funeral goes fine... as well as a funeral can I suppose. Other than a little fight my uncle caused in bad taste, everything went okay.
Saturday, my mom goes to the bank... and totals her car. A speeding mail truck (it was going 60 in a 25!) hit my mother's car. She's alright, a broken rib and chest contusion, but her car isn't. Completely screwed, I'm afraid.
Then, I had to start and finish a 5 page research paper.
Then, I return to school on Monday and a teacher informs me that my absenses will probably count as unexcused.
That's where the rash came from, I think.
So I went and talked to the office, and Willie (the receptionist) told me that she will probably count them as excused.
I don't like the word probably, but that's all I've got for now.
Just reading this, I moved my foot and stubbed my toe. It hurt so bad, I flew back in my chair and cracked my head open on a glass table. I gave myself stitches in the mirror, but I forgot to sterilize the needle and now I have an infection which has swelled up half my face. I had a modeling audition for a Calvin Klein underwear ad tomorrow, but now my face looks like Quasimodo. Thanks. Thanks a lot.
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