the past few days have been kinda hecktic. I'v been "sick" - but not in the sick-sick kind of way. I've been having sporatic chest pains that really can't be explained. So of course I'd set up doctor appointment a about 2 weeks ago and they said that the soonest that they could give me was the 22nd. So Monday i got to miss school to do to the doctor; so after waiting for an hour and a half in the waiting room for the doctor when we finally got to see her she pretty much rushed me through the check up...basically screwing me over. The whole appointment lasted about 3 minutes as to where she checked my heart, breathing, asked few rushed questions that she didn't really let me finish, and then wrote me a perscription for Ibuprofen 600mg (having them turn out to be horse pills) and told me that if i still had the pains after 2 weeks of taking the meds to go to hospital.
So i have to take one pill 3 times a day, and since it's ibuprofen that i have to take that many times i'm totally out of it for the whole of the day. But yea anyway, upon taking my meds this morning (i also have to take them with food) i took them only eating a banana 30 seconds prior and then proceeded to head out the door to the bus stop.
About an hour later, around about 7:50 (in the middle of 1st period), i start to feel horrible, and that stayed with me for more than half the day. when i got home i fell asleep thus not taking my 2nd dose, and now i have yet to take the 3rd. But back to what I was saying, after that appointment on Tuesday morning i started having the pains in my chest again. My mom wanted to know if i wanted to go to the hospital or not but i couldn't make up my mind so she decided to let me stay home. the whole day i was having the pains, but it wasn't a constant kind of thing; it'd just come without me having to do anything in particular. so yeah the moral of this part of the story is: MY DOCTOR IS AN IDIOT AND THAT DAMN MEDICATION AIN'T WORKIN.
Now, the other end of this story is that my art teacher is totally flippin out on me for the MAIN REASON that i was ill. Now on last Friday i went home with a huge fucking work load and 2 tests t o study for. Now know that i wasn't going to have time nor the energy to work on the damned picture, I left it at school. Now of couse by that afternoon i'd forgotten that i'd even had a doc appointment to go to in the 1st place and i SERIOUSLY wasn't planning on getting sick on Sunday night and Tuesday morning. So when i come back to school on Wednesday (not to note that i wasn't feeling my best period), i see my art teacher during lunch and he's like "hey, see you edcided to come back to school, i take it you were sick
" And I'm like yeah, i was and proceeded to tell him how my dreadful weekend went while he kind of paid attention (he was helping sell smoothies at the time but it was about 55 degrees that day and no one was buying). And then he asks me, "did you finish that picture, cause i already graded it seeing as that you were supposed to turn it in last Friday (i knew i was supposed to but i was in class that day and he let me work on it so i went on working on it)?" and i toldhim strait up: " No, i didn't take it homw b/c 1) i was sick and (2) i didn't have the time to work on it anyway. So he turns away totake a sell, ignoring me, so i decide to take my leave and finish my lunch. now today near the end of his class, he's in my face, "Hey, where's your picture? You need to have it done so i can grade it and so that it can be in the Art Show next week." And upon me telling him -- or shall i say trying to tell him with him cutting me off -- that no i wasn't finished with it because i couldn't take it home yeasterday seeing as that i didn't have a ride to come pick me up so i could bring it home without the risk of getting it messed up on the bus (the thing is fricking huge, i couldn't fit it on the bus anyway). And then he goes about telling me "So you're telling me that your' piece isn't going to be framed for the Show?" Where i told him yes. "Well then you're going to have to get it framed yourself cause you haven't finished it." So i casually said, "yes sir." and continued working.
So the moral of this part is: MY ART TEACHER HAS NO SYMPATHY FOR THE FACT THAT I WAS SICK. I mean seriously man, shit comes up and you just have to go with it, no use in getting mad at me for shit that i couldn't control. Fuck. So yea i tok the P.O.S. home today and i still have a major test to study for.
I'm still fucking screwed.