What a pain in the ovaries it was today.
Being as it was ladies week my poor little baby maker was feeling slighty poorly, so like any other sensible adult i asked politly for a pain killing type of medication, nurofen (which you can purchase for medical purposes at any medicine selling retailer ;) ).
so feeling like my stomach was cramping up and begging for a bit of relief, someone finally went and got my nurofen. But as everyone knows they never work straight away meaning i had a bunch of wierdos around me, stinking of weed. so poorly-ness + smell of weed + annoying peoples = mega pain.
'Well maybe we should take you to the hospital if you are in too much pain',
No, i want my bed, let me go home, so i called up Andrew in a way to keep me there and not on the way to hoppy tal. But that idea got pooped on and off we went with a completely different person.
Once we arrived, i borrowed her phone to call my 'uncle' and went to the bathroom cause some old man was moaning about how his leg was going to fall off unless he got attention first.
Thinking about last time i was at the hospital, i didn't really want to stay there so i told the lady who took me that i wanted to go home and even though at that point i was going to catch the bus, she took me home.
Why didn't she do that in the first place??? I tell you why all this happened, the first aider was on holiday.
Maybe I'll have a long soak, I'm dehydrated.
**Xoiqaze**
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