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OH THE DRAMA...
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mercredi, août 04, 2004
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well...today was interesting to say the VERY least...
(just so things later make more sense) mom and i brought connie to the shop
i went to the doctor today and told the nurse when i walked in that i had a rash on my arm along with a sore throat. she said that sometimes strep shows up in the form of a rash so she swabbed the inside of my mouth for a strep test. then i went to the little room to wait for the dr. i got the one i don't particularly like, but i suppose it's ok because today he didn't tell me i had allergies. anyway, i have eczema on my right arm in my elbow crease thing (can't remember what it's called at the moment, sorry) and as for my throat he said that it looks pretty normal. when he felt my neck, though, he said it felt swollen but if it didn't hurt as much as before and it wasn't as swollen as before he wasn't going to give me any antibiotics because my body was doing a fine job of killing whatever it was. (my strep test came out negative, can you tell?!) so i left with a prescription for a cream something for my arm.
THEN i went to chris's house because he was going to go with me to IKEA so i could shop/purchase a coffee-ish table for the dorm room common room thing. yeah...ok, so i got there, turned off bertha (obviously...why would i keep her on!?) and went to the door. and when we got in to try to leave...GUESS WHAT?! yeah, you guessed it (actually, probably not) bertha wouldn't start. not just wouldn't start...i mean WOULDN'T START! chris got his jumper cables (not that i didn't have my own, but his were closer i guess) and hooked tracy up to bertha and tried to jump her...even though i told him he wouldn't be able to do it alone. does he listen to me? NO! ok...so after a little while he asked if i had called my dad and, of course, i hadn't yet so i called mom because dad was in a meeting. mom didn't know what to tell me to do so i called dad, got him out of his meeting and he talked to chris about what to do. we tried for what seemed like forever to get her to start and she still wouldn't, so i called dad back and pulled him out of the meeting a SECOND time (BIIIIIIG nono in my family to pull daddy out of a meeting unless you're bleeding to death) and he told me that he'd be over to chris's (since that's where the car was) as soon as he could get away from the office. soooo...chris told me that we'd still go (such a good friend) but since connie wasn't ready yet, he drove. we got down there without too much trouble and found the tables i had looked at along with the bookshelves that i was looking at, but we only bought the table because i don't know if we're going to have enough room for the bookcase or not, but when i come back the 19th i'll know for sure if we can fit it or not. anyway, we bought the table (and, yes, it fit in tracy even though i had my doubts...what do i owe you, chris?) and got home without too much fuss. i called the guys at louetta to see if connie was ready yet or not and the guy said they had just finished so chris dropped me off there and i brought her home.
soooo...we eat dinner, talk about what happened and david, dad and i go back over to chris's cuz daddy thinks his "$270 battery better be able to start [bertha]." good thing chris was there, though, cuz we ended up having to use tracy and moby to jump bertha. stupid big van...*sigh* aaaanyway, so we finally get bertha going, get the jumper cables all put away and dad and i are talking about where we're going to go and how we're going to go to get a new battery. david didn't know that bertha was on (hello...isn't that why we were there?) so he turned her off...so we had to pull all the stuff back out, get chris back over and jump her again. yeah...ALL the juice is gone. i don't understand... anyway, so we got to sears but they were closed so dad bought a battery and, i think, put it in himself.
for those of you who were concerned about connie, she's fine. her brakes are great now! YAY! we'll keep the cause a secret, but just know that she's fine now...
(you know who you are) i'll try really hard not to worry about things, but you know me...i can't make any promises. i'll try harder, though, if that's what it'll take. just...gotta give me a little time...
8:58 PM
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