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Haven’t been updating this thing as much as I’d like. Blah. Been at work all day, which blows, and then when I come home all I want to do is crash in a chair and play Xenosaga III and watch “Princess Tutu”. I’ve been watching an episode every night just before bed to try to unwind and get my mind off crappy stuff. Such an awesome anime; it’s very bizarre and takes some getting used to, but it’s really adorable. I’m glad that AMV at ConnectiCon introduced me to it. :D Half the time, I’m stuck doing study-abroad related bullshit, which sucks, too, because even though it’s important, it’s time consuming and stressful, which is just what I want to come home to after I’ve been dealing with this place (where I’m updating from today) all day long. This year has been such a piece of crap. I hope my year in Japan is better. My senior year of college is going to rule as long as I get an apartment. So I almost died on Tuesday night, which is only a little bit of an exaggeration. My parents decided that my sister and I need life insurance, because if something happens and one of us dies, my parents can’t afford our college loans. So I signed off on the paperwork and did their little personal-medical-history-phone-interview thing, and then I thought I was done. Then this nurse calls us and is like, “I need to schedule an appointment to come to your house to give you a check-over for the life insurance.” She said she needed to ask us questions, take a urine sample, and then draw two tubes of blood. Can we see where this is going, yet? I’ve never had blood drawn before (I say it in present tense because it still technically hasn’t happened; more on that in a second). This seems to shock and appall everyone I’ve mentioned it to, because “it’s an inevitable part of life.” I would like to take this opportunity to mention, I fucking hate society and its need to push “normal” down everyone’s throat. People – my dad and my aunt and my coworkers in particular – keep insisting that my hatred of driving and my terror in regards to needles are incredibly bad for me because I will have to “get over” both things in order to “cope with normal, everyday life”. Fuck. That. But yeah, I’ve never been seriously injured (never been to the hospital for myself) and I’ve never been seriously ill, so I’ve never had to have blood work done. My mom keeps whining that I probably have thyroid disease, and that that would explain why I never gain weight. I’m like, “Mom, if I had thyroid disease my whole life and never got treated, I’d be dead by now.” For the record, I asked the nurse to test for it in the stupid haze I was in after the blood thing, which Dad told me later was a really stupid idea. I don’t know these things; whatever. So the nurse was a real bitch. My sister and I agree on this point, and we NEVER AGREE ON ANYTHING, so believe it. She came to our house, which made it more awkward than it already was. Rachel went first, and then I went. I answered her questions, did my thing in the bathroom, and then she took my blood pressure and weighed me. And then she made me clear off the couch because, and I quote, “You promised [on the phone] that you’d faint for me, right?” :D Bitch. (For the record, I told her I’d cry, not faint. At any rate, I did a lot more screaming than crying.) So I laid down, and put on my mp3 player, and covered my face with one hand, and she stuck a needle in my arm. And I must have laid there for about 2 minutes sobbing and trying to concentrate on breathing and NOT on what she was doing, and then I heard her say something, but I couldn’t hear it over the music and my crying. So I risked it and pulled my hand away and pulled off my headphones, and she was like, “You started getting kind of shocky, so I decided to stop. I couldn’t get any blood. The vein disappeared.” Yeah. I almost went into shock on my living room couch. THAAAAAT’S a fucking comfort. Dad had come in by that point (Mom wasn’t home because she got stuck working late), and he and the nurse went in the kitchen while I sat there crying on the couch and being unable to get up because I was so lightheaded. They came back and I heard her saying the words “DB Test” to my father, so I was like, “What?!” and she said, “I can either come back later and do it, or I can do it now. The thing is in my car.” “WHAT thing?” “The DB Tester.” “What IS it?” (She was a freaking jackass.) “Finger prick.” *DREAD* “So which’ll it be?” “The insurance company’s going to accept this thing?” “They might.” “...” “Probably.” “...Just do it.” And then GTFO. Dad said later that the whole time we were having that conversation, my pupils were completely dilated and I was white as a piece of paper (which, if you know how pale I already am, basically means I lost what little color I have left). I just remember being really pissed off and wanting that woman to get away from me. She is not allowed to touch me ever again. So she did the finger prick on me, and had to squeeze 5 things of blood out onto this sheet of paper (DB stands for “dried blood,” as it turns out). Dad had to grab me and hold me still because I started crying and screaming hysterically again. I’ve NEVER reacted THAT badly to a needle before. The most I’ve ever done is start crying and make one utterance of the F-word. Then I usually bite my lip and stare at the wall until they’re done. The time I had the warts removed from my thumb and they stuck a needle under my fingernail, I didn’t even react that badly (although I arched off the exam table). Not happy. Not proud of myself. But she is never touching me again. She called up yesterday and said (in half an hour’s worth of words; this is the short version), “Well, your insurance representative isn’t going to be around until Monday, so I still don’t know if they’re going to accept the DB test. By the way, this might make your insurance rate go up.” WTF? Go to hell! I’m not paying more money for the stupid thing because some bitch nurse almost killed me from a panic attack on my own couch in my own home! I freaking TOLD HER I had a phobia for needles the day before on the phone. Apparently the big issue is that they need to test for HIV, which I guess you need live cells for. But I can tell you right now I don’t have it. My OBGYN can confirm my virginity, and I don’t think someone who has a friggin’ fit and has to be held down to take a needle is going to be into heroin, so I don’t have HIV. JUST A THOUGHT. So yeah, Tuesday night kind of sucked. A lot. More than usual. Just so people are aware, I’m going to start a LiveJournal for when I’m in Japan. I’ll be telling you all the URL off here because I don’t want people to know it’s me. :D Traceability, FTL. So, I think it’d be good to take a page out of Shelly’s book (literally, har har) and get everybody’s updated contact info, which you can send to me at LizKat36 [at] aol [dot] com so that other people don’t get a hold of it. Name, address, college (if applicable), what country you’ll be in this year, home phone, cell phone, email, AIM – whatever you think is relevant. :P And now I have to hack the internet filter in order to post this. Wheeeee... TGIF. Gonna kick some serious butt in Xenosaga III tonight, and then it’s time for episode 6 of Princess Tutu. :D Veoh.com is like my new hero or something. See most of you Sunday! :DDD
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