Strangled sparrows on stomach, 10 hours. Three 5-point stars on each foot, 1.5 hours.
Rachael. 9/16/1991. Married 8/1/2009. Former Visual Arts/Photography Major and barista by trade, currently on hiatus. Living in a semi truck. I enjoy knitting, the color pink, and cleaning out my fingernails.
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It started when we got to spend a day in Boise, Dan and I were both sick - general cold: runny nose, congested cough, sore throat, etc. The past few days I've generally been feeling better, still need to blow my nose occasionally the cough is hanging on like it always does when I get sick.
Last night, however, Dan and I got into a fight of sorts - more like he ignored me while I cried, that's what our fights general consist of, I get upset and complain about whatever is bothering me, he listens and coos until I say the wrong thing, then it switches sides and he gets angry and I cry until he decides to talk to me - anyways, I was laying in bed sobbing, which was making me cough a lot, and thrashing and bashing my head against the wall (I do strange things when I'm really upset, I'm a violent crier. I think it goes back to my silly cutting days, having some physical pain seems to ease the emotional so I tend to claw at my arms or bang my head on the wall) and what I normally do when I'm really upset. I know, you're all thinking "wow, she's a psycho.."
Anyways, so at some point last night during my tantrum my rib started hurting. It feels like one rib near the bottom on my right side, and it only hurt when I coughed. It was still there today when we woke up but it only hurt when I coughed or sneezed. Over the day it's been getting steadily worse, now it hurts when I lay on the side, pull up my right leg, twist, lean over, or put pressure on the area, it also hurts when Dan pats my back when I'm coughing. It hurts really bad, but I don't see a bruise or anything in that area. I called my mom and she said it sounded like I pulled a muscle by sleeping on it weird or something, but it started hurting before I went to sleep. She also said maybe I cracked it from coughing too hard or I have pneumonia. Dan said that when he was in the army he got really sick, coughing a lot mainly, and dislocated his rib, and at first it only hurt when he coughed but it steadily got worse and worse until the medic had to pop it back into place or something. That sounds horrifying. I guess I'll just give it a few days and see, but it really hurts. In addition to all of this my nose is now running twice as bad as it was yesterday. I'm blowing my nose literally every two minutes. We ran out of toilet paper, kleenexes, and napkins so I had to go into the bathroom and steal a whole shitload of toilet paper. My nose hurts. :(
2009/11/17 14:07 And yet again another bikini barista position is open, which happens like maybe twice a year if you're lucky, and I'm not there at home to apply....curses!
2009/11/16 12:19 I had an interesting experience in the Flying J bathroom today. Strange stuff is always happening in the bathroom so I decided this will probably only be the first of many events. I had the bathroom to myself and they had the stalls where the walls and doors go all the way to floor, which makes me happy, so I settled in to have a nice poop when I hear someone come in. They're breathing really hard and I hear a lot of clicking noises. Then they proceed to sit down in the stall right next to me and start praying out loud to themselves. I started getting freaked out and envisioning a massacre in the name of Jesus Christ so I left pronto before I got shot, or something. I imagine strange things, I know.
