Oh my my my...

Today...boy today was a long day. Not including class. Really long. Really rough. Really awful. I woke up at 9...which is VERY unusual for me. Seeing as i would not normally wake up until at least 1pm. Except i had a class at 10:30 so my alarm was set for 9:45. However, i got barely any sleep all night, due to discomfort i assume. I woke up super early having to desperately go to the bathroom. And from there i realized there was something seriously wrong. I got dressed fast, said goodbye to Corey and Tierney (roommate), and booked it to health services. Long story short, i was in immense pain and discomfort for 3 hours. Between crying and shaking, it sucked. It is something i have gone through before numerous times, and i can by far say it is the worst thing i have ever gone through. Having this medical condition sucks worse than anything i know. So they took care of me, sent out prescriptions, and sent me on my merry way.

I went back to my dorm, having missed my first class, Adolescent Psych. Super upset about that. When i got back to my room i was exhausted, and still shaking. The numbing meds were kicking in on and off, but it still sucked hardcore. I tried to eat some salad and yogurt. I had no appetite at all. I laid down and tried to rest but i just couldn't fall asleep. After crying a bit more, Corey came back after class to see how i was. Miserable, of course. He went and got me cranberry juice and yogurt (amazing boyfriend, yes). Then he came back, we ate, cuddled, and tried to nap. I failed...so before class i went back to health services and picked up my medication. Which was an extremely difficult process due to lack of communication. And it should've been much simpler. But beggars can't be choosers i suppose. Then i went to our Science class, still being very exhausted. After class i planned on going to the gym, but there was no way in hell i could manage that. So i got food, ate, and attempted to nap again. Instead i watched more True Blood, talked with Corey, and napped for all of 15 minutes before i had to go to work.

Here is where it gets really interesting. I got there, still feeling terrible. Still being super sick and uncomfortable. But i immediately go on facebook and see a post on a girl's wall that i know from Corey. Shouldn't be a big deal, but me and my jealousy issues always screw normality up, so i freaked. I asked and he said she was in his defense class and they were partners. That's all. Of course my mind can't believe that, even though it should. But what happened before and during all of this REALLY put the icing on the cake. I saw that my ex douchebag asshole boyfriend was starting to talk to his ex that he left me for who is now a porn star again. I was extremely confused, and saw that him and his newest girlfriend broke up. I have known him since i was 3 years old, so no matter what he put me through, hospital or not, i will always be there for him. So i asked him what was going on. Basically telling me it was none of my business, i tried to be a good friend and explain my thoughts. To not do it. That he was better than that. Well, he flipped and told me to shut the fuck up several times. Before telling me to rot in hell and then he blocked me. This is nothing new. I'm used to this. However, apparently he ran and told the girl because she decided to call me several minutes later and harass and threaten me before i hung up. Now THAT pissed me off. My anxiety levels sky rocketed. I had a mini attack, again, and just was a mess. I took it out on Corey, who took it back out on me. It was a rough night at work to say the least. I mean, she is older than me, and a porn star. How immature do you have to be to still call someone and threaten them, especially someone who isn't even in your life. Clearly college material.... but i of course stooped to almost her level and made a facebook status about it. Which is why Corey got initially mad at me and we fought. Well, i guess he misunderstood what had happened..so he came to the library and apologized. And of course i couldn't give him full sympathy and love back as much as i wanted to because of my stupid anxiety and depression. Either way, i was glad he did it, but i was feeling like this.

I ended up finishing the first season of True Blood at work, and then he came and walked me home. I arrived in my suite to find my suitemates all intoxicated in some sort playing Twister. I found it hysterical, so i sat and talked with them. Then i came in my room, started my homework, and here i am. After 4am. My day was clearly not productive in a good sense, but it sure was far from boring. I am hoping more than anything that tomorrow is better, and my mood brightens. Night!