Today is Depot Day. Translated, that means, giant intramuscular needle in my ass cheek day. Yahoo.
I also just discovered that Tim Hortons made my breakfast sandwich on an english muffin instead of a biscuit.
So now I'm eating my breakfast all pissed off like:
AND I forgot to grab ketchup to go with my hashbrown.
Man I better win something on this roll up the rim.
On this gloomy, foggy, snowy winter day in Alberta, my classmate discovered that mail-order Moroccan husbands are available. Just in case you were wondering.
Last night I had a dream about my endometriosis. I never really dream about the damn disease, normally if I'm sore in my sleep I'll dream that I've been shot or something. But last night I dreamed that my ultrasound results showed the endometriosis (which, I must add, is rare/unheard of). In my dream I was able to clearly see the disease covering my ovaries, tubes, and the inside of my pelvis. It was gross and disturbing. And a friendly reminder that there's no cure for this disease.
Wish me luck on my ass needle today.
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