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I have an MRI scheduled for this Saturday, that my mother only just bothered to tell me about a couple days ago. I'm freaking out; I've watched too much House and have read too many horror stories of what could happen [missile effect, anyone?]. In case anyone cares, this is because I have constant vertigo and headaches, and my doctor just wants to check tumors off the list of possible reasons. He is 99% sure it's not a tumor though, so yay. I also have to go to an ENT sometime, too. Fuck. So much stress. I'm so scared of the MRI. I'm terrified of small spaces, loud noises, and doctors, and I'm going to be bombarded with all three at once. Unfortunately, I'm also afraid of sedation, so I'm pretty much fucked.
Also, Jack had to go to the hospital today [just heard about this a few hours ago.] to get all of the metal plates in his skull replaced. Amazing story, really. It had rained [hard] this morning, and the genius decided he was going to run down the insanely wet metal stairs outside of his apartment. Well, to be blunt, he slipped and slammed his face on the railing. I think one of his eyebrow rings snagged on something on the way down, too. And his nose is broken.
Good thing he remembered his umbrella.
Oh and by the way.
My dad's an ass-fuck.
And a hypocrite.
I have tried to explain to him why I turn off the monitor when he comes by the computer [OCD/paranoia].
But no.
He concludes that the reason is that I don't trust him.
And everyone is against him.
And that I hate him. [actually, that's kinda right.]
And blah blah blah blah blah.
This is where my sister, Sarah, gets her "woe is me" bull shit from.
And I told him that.
And he starts getting his angry swede face a-goin' and screams at me, "don't compare me to Sarah," "You don't trust me," "I'm not eavesdropping," "Blah blah fucking blah,"
Basically losing his temper for no reason.
And what's hypocritical about this,
is that he does nothing but compare me to my sister.
And when I say nothing but,
I mean it as an understatement.
He compares me on the way I act,
the way I talk,
my fears,
school,
even the way I fucking look.
I hope he gets hit by a truck on the way to work tomorrow.
No, because then they'll call me out of school,
and I wont be able to hang out with my friends afterwords.
Sound selfish and bitchy?
Well it should.
I am his son.
much love,
-L
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