Seriously. Mondays suck. So much. First off, with my pretty little math teacher who gave the ENTIRE class no credit on the math homework (which, btw, I spent about 2 hours working on Friday afternoon) because a few people didn't show their work. "Well how do I know that you're not cheating and copying the answers from someone else?" Well, in case you didn't see the 3 pages I used to show all of my work and equation-ness, I'll show you once again. So that never does me good. Rest of the day was decent, won my debate (at least SOMETHING good happened), band and jazz band was awful as usual just because we suck. My mom pulled me out of 8th period early so I could go to an allergist appointment. And THERE was where the fun started.
So he pricked me once to see if I would react to anything, and I didn't. So that was out of the way. Then we came upon the dreaded subject--my back. Oh man. So, pretty much, to make it short, he said that we can't fix it. Like 'take some Tylenol' when it hurts. LIKE. WE. HAVEN'T. TRIED. THAT. Medicine doesn't even work anymore. We've been to 2 physical therapists (released by both because they didn't know what else to do), one massage therapist, that electrocuting dude (forget what he's called), a chiropractor and we are in the middle of being with another chiropractor (thinking of dropping it since it's not helping). So. Nothing left to do. He said that since it's not limiting my motion, it's not that big of a deal. I guess he just FORGOT that it's limiting my ENTIRE LIFE. Oops, I missed that TINY detail. Really...what did I do to deserve this? If God is trying to tell me something, okay, okay, I get it. Joke's on the innocent blonde, i guess! Haha! Funny! Ruin my life for about 3 years! Tehee! I hope that tickled your side, Lord. I can just SEE Him up there...
Oh, look, Jenny wants to go into music when she's older. -boom- HA! Now she will experience excruciating pain every time she sits down at a piano bench.
Ahh, i can see that Jenny enjoys track. -CRACK- Now it will hurt when she RUNS! Oh darn, she has to give up track, too? What a shame. Haha. I amuse myself.
...few years go by...
Ooh, Jenny wants to do mellophone in marching band. -BOOM- Too bad, now she can't do that either. Her back hurts her too much. I don't know if I'll let her do it this upcoming year yet, I don't know. Should I put her out of her misery? But I'm having so much fun up here...
YEAH. Me too God.
The doctors aren't helping. They all say 'I have the cure! I can fix you!' Then my mom gets all excited, chanting "This is it, Jenny! This is it!" I've grown accustomed to NOT getting excited at all and not expecting anything out of any doctor because that's how it's been for 3 years.
If my back was a person, they would be bound and gagged, their body on the bottom of some sort of ocean, their throat ripped from me strangling it, their ears deaf from me screaming.
On THAT note, I'll go do my math homework.
Hate Mondays.
~Jenny
Monday, May 11, 2009
I hate Mondays.
Posted by Jenny at 3:49 PM
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i can't really console you from that. i feel so bad for you, what can i do? how can i help? ANYTHING, i'll do it. PLEASE LET ME. carry your books, hold stuff, A N Y T H I N G! just let me. even little things, aren't there little things that lessen the pain? oh, my dearest...your pain...mental, physical...you are the strongest human being i know, and i love you so much.
well - at least math is fun right?
Hannah-I wish i could tell you something that would make it better, but honestly, there's nothing really anymore that makes it better. In the morning it's okay, until I get out of bed and actually walk and breathe again. That's a problem. I'll let you know if there's something that you can do, kay? Thanks for caring.
Lee Ryan (whoever you are)-Well, not so much. I'm not a mathy person. My strong points are History and English BY FAR. Science is okay. Math? NO. Doesn't help that I have a dud for a teacher this year.
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