fail time.
I've been eternally sick. sickety sick sick. not cold and flu sick, mystery sick. It just keeps coming back. I went to the doctor's yesterday and they took my blood out of me and then I felt even shittier because I don't have a lot of it already. So I'm on the verge of failing all of my classes on attendance. I need some crazy miracle to happen for me to pass them all. If you are doing some kind of voodoo on me you can stop now. You have succeeded.
They're going to let me know if they can solve the mystery of what exactly is wrong with me in 2 weeks. great. that helps. I already waited 3 weeks to see a doctor and by the time they get back to me I'll be going home in 2 weeks. To iceland where there are real doctors who actually talk to you.
This makes me want to give up on america but i am not going to. But I want to go home and hibernate and have my mamma take care of me and make me oatmeal and boiled fish.
maybe my poor icelandic cells are just suffering from a lack of good fat white fish. maybe that's all i need to make me strong. and homegrown boiled potatoes with melted butter on top. maybe that will stop me from wasting away.
I'm sad.
They're going to let me know if they can solve the mystery of what exactly is wrong with me in 2 weeks. great. that helps. I already waited 3 weeks to see a doctor and by the time they get back to me I'll be going home in 2 weeks. To iceland where there are real doctors who actually talk to you.
This makes me want to give up on america but i am not going to. But I want to go home and hibernate and have my mamma take care of me and make me oatmeal and boiled fish.
maybe my poor icelandic cells are just suffering from a lack of good fat white fish. maybe that's all i need to make me strong. and homegrown boiled potatoes with melted butter on top. maybe that will stop me from wasting away.
I'm sad.
posted by Júlía at
1:15 PM
4 Comments:
Amma mín er líka svona, hefur tröllatrú á fiski það er. Einu sinni fékk ég bráðaofnæmi sem allir héldu að væri frjókornaofnæmi í mjög ýktri og gróteskri mynd og varð ógeðslega veik. Amma mín var alveg viss um að fiskur myndi hressa mig og tækla það sem væri að hrjá mig. Daginn eftir þegar ég vaknaði eins og Eskimói á hestasterum föttuðum við hinsvegar að það væri einmitt fiskurinn sem væri að valda þessum kvilla.
Skemmtilegt?
Nei.
Ég vona samt að þér líði betur. Það er ömurlegt að vera lasin.
Sjitt hvaða fiskur er þetta á botninum!
Botnfiskur?
HEI! Vonandi þarftu bara á lyfleysu að halda. Hlakka til að sjá þig eftir mánnarra.
Hlustaðu á lagið með Noze á blogginu mínu þangað til.
Hér er lag sem ég hugs alltaf um þegar mér líður ekki nógu vel:
Here is a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry be happy
In every life we have some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy......
Ain't got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don't worry, be happy
The land lord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, be happy
Lood at me I am happy
Don't worry, be happy
Here I give you my phone number
When you worry call me
I make you happy
Don't worry, be happy
Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got not girl to make you smile
But don't worry be happy
Cause when you worry
Your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don't worry, be happy (now).....
There is this little song I wrote
I hope you learn it note for note
Like good little children
Don't worry, be happy
Listen to what I say
In your life expect some trouble
But when you worry
You make it double
Don't worry, be happy......
Don't worry don't do it, be happy
Put a smile on your face
Don't bring everybody down like this
Don't worry, it will soon past
Whatever it is
Don't worry, be happy
Dont give up on
AMERICA
give up on
BACTERIA
love from the bottom of the slope
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