Pollyanna (alicenwndrln) wrote,
Pollyanna
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Please don't let me be getting sick. I beg you. My show opens in a few weeks, we are just getting into the deep throes of rehearsals, I am the star.....I cannot afford to be sick. But I have a bad headache, chills, a low temp, & my throat feels tight....and no, I haven't had an orgasm recently! Please let me wake up feeling better....maybe this is just because I didn't get enough sleep last night....maybe I am merely exhausted, worn down..not getting sick...yeah, that's the ticket!

crankyangel is leaving tomorrow. That makes me very, very sad. 3 weeks is a loooong time! I will miss her a lot!

I have a doc appointment a week from tomorrow. I hope to get in to see a gyn before then.

Toby had his dental visit today. My neighbor picked him up & brought him home. He left the receipt in my mailbox, & I am very confused by it. See, Toby's breath smelled worse than ass. It was God-awful. So I finally took him to the vet, & the vet said it looked like he had at LEAST 4 rotten teeth that needed to be pulled, & made an estimate up that including the charge of 4 teeth being pulled (he had his teeth professionally cleaned & 10 teeth pulled LESS than a year ago). According to this receipt in my hand, ZERO teeth were pulled. I don't understand. If no teeth were rotten enough to warrant removal, why was his breath so bad? Why did the doc estimate 4 teeth needed to be pulled, & then end up pulling none? I don't understand...but I will call them tomorrow. I hope his breath is better. Poor baby...his mouth is probably sore.

I am a fat pig. And I am DISGUSTED with myself. I am so sick of looking down & seeing a belly, I could slit my wrists. And yet I have no time to do squat. I wake up, go to work, go straight to rehearsal, come home, check my email, try to write a quick journal entry, & go to bed...repeat. All I know right now is work & rehearsal. No, it's not really like hard labor, but other than a walk or maybe an exercise video, I can't really do much else while there. I gotta do something...and start some sort of eating plan. I am thoroughly disgusted with myself. I can't imagine how anyone can bear to look at me. Barf.

Night.
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