It's not Malaria!!
It's Pyelonephritis, and it hospitalised me with rigors, sweats, general disorientation, back pain, and a temp of 39 C last wednesday.
Today's my last day of sick leave, so I'm using it to run around and organise some of the things I was freaking out about last week. The good news is that I'm going to pick up my visa today, and I'm doing a night dive tomorrow to finish my Advanced Open Water qualification. The bad news is that I'm still unwell, my antibiotics are almost over (although that could be a good thing- I think they're f**king with my head. I feel stoned all the time at the moment...) and I still have a tonne of stuff to do.
Went to Tassie for the weekend- we caught the boat over on Friday night (I'd never been on the boat before) which was pretty exciting, so I passed out almost straight away and slept for nearly the entire journey. We arrived in Devonport, then went and picked B up from Burnie airport, and I got to hang out with my relatives for a couple of hours before driving down to Hobart for the Christ College Ball. The theory was that the Ball had a horror/haunted theme, so I adjusted my outfit accordingly, and the b/f was also going to wear a t-shirt I'd made for him under his suit as a nod to the theme...when we got to our friends place we discovered that lots of people would probably just be wearing regular clothes with no theme, so B backed out and just decided to wear his regular suit outfit, which would have been ok except that I only had one outfit, and I thought we were going as a couple, and our clothes were going to complement each other... but he decided that supporting me and standing out a little was not what he wanted to do. The problem is not that I was uncomfortable in what I was wearing, it was that I thought we had an agreement and that we were going to have fun being dressed a little silly together, and by backing out I felt unsupported, and even worse, his being self conscious made me feel like he thought I might look out of place... or whatever. Who wants to feel unsupported and potentially judged by anyone?
Anyhoo, so we got there and within half a minute the one person I was steeling myself to see was there... she arrived just after us. Fine, cool, I didn't have to worry, I'd just keep out of her way. Next thing you know we had to move past her to get to the next room. She looked me dead in the eye then moved her glance over my shoulder and started talking to B, without bothering to introduce herself or say hi, even though she was well aware of my presence and who I was. Great. Snub number 1... so I followed S and left B to talk to her. It was typical high school girly challenging behaviour, but you know what? I didn't feel the need to get involved. I didn't want to talk to her for the rest of the night, and I was hoping B would get the picture that she'd just been pretty rude as well, and leave it at "My g/f'snot happy". But no, for the next hour or so I'm in trouble because I didn't want to be near her, and preferred that he not talk to her. She spent the time avoiding looking at me as much as possible, but also making sure that she was in plain view, wherever we were standing. So after deciding that I'd had enough of being in trouble for making stuff feel wierd for B, I waited until he was off doing something, and went over and introduced myself to her. The conversation pretty much went
"Hi, I'm C"
"Hi, I'm also C"
"I know... I just wanted to say hi, and if you want to talk to B that's cool, cos things are a bit strange right now and he's really noticing it"
"Oh, ok, I just want to apologise for all the stuff that happened before"
"That's ok, it's was entirely B's fault, you don't have to worry about it"
Then she just kind of stood and looked at me, so I just smiled and went back to the dance floor. Next thing you know B's come over and he's like "WHAT DID YOU DO".... so we went outside and I got to defend myself/explain what happened while he was away, because one of C's friends had come over and told him some bullshit story that I'd come over and said "something" to her and it looked all uncomfortable- this friend had heard every word I'd said. WTF?!?!
So. I'd done the right thing, right? Sucked it up despite not liking the way she'd acted since we arrived, and tried to make things cool. So she's welcome to come over and talk to us for a bit... instead I spent the rest of the night on my own while B and C hung out together. Great. I felt fucking fantastic. I walked over a couple of times to get my wallet from B, and every time I did C would look away. The one time they were standing together in a group talking I came over, and she promptly left the group. So I kept on getting snubbed and made to feel uncomfortable and like I'd done the wrong thing, when she was the one that fucked my boyfriend, then laid down the challenge and started to make things difficult when we got there. In the meantime, through the 30 second snatches of conversation I grabbed with B I found out she thought I seemed lovely, but wasn't sure what to say because another boy she'd shagged's ex went psycho at her. Well, I'm so glad I made the effort to be chilled at her then, and try make the whole social thing a lot easier. This bitch told B that she was cool with him having a g/f. This girl also managed to give the impression that she was together and chilled and yunno, able to deal with interesting situations. Instead, I copped a shitload of negativity from her, and from my own b/f because apparently I wasn't doing enough to take care of her feelings.
WHAT THE FUCK
I think she's all front. I think she was saying what she thought B wanted to hear, so she'd get what she wanted from him. I think she never expected to have to actually meet me. I think she's a liar. I think she's passive agressive and manipulative. I think that I got treated like shit on the weekend, and it's partially her fault for lying and getting herself into a situation she couldn't handle, and mostly my boyfriend's fault because he couldn't see through the bullshit, because apparently boys can't read body language, and "girls are crazy".
I'm so angry I don't know who to punch. Apparently it was my fault I was left alone all night, because we'd been arguing about her earlier (the part where I didn't want us to be near her because of the initial interaction), so I wasn't fun to hang out with anyway. Who the FUCK argues with their g/f about someone they slept with once, then goes and hangs out with that person all night?
Why can't he see that despite all her words about how I seem like a nice girl, and she's comfortable with stuff, that she was playing the situation? Why was I the one made to feel bad? He could have told her that I wasn't going to yell at her. He could have said I just wanted to meet her properly. You know what? I think even if I did point that out, she'd have found some excuse to get out of it, and then B would have been pissed at me for making her uncomfortable,. even though what I'm comfortable or ok with is obviously not a priority for him.
On the drive home we saw some roadkill.
It's Pyelonephritis, and it hospitalised me with rigors, sweats, general disorientation, back pain, and a temp of 39 C last wednesday.
Today's my last day of sick leave, so I'm using it to run around and organise some of the things I was freaking out about last week. The good news is that I'm going to pick up my visa today, and I'm doing a night dive tomorrow to finish my Advanced Open Water qualification. The bad news is that I'm still unwell, my antibiotics are almost over (although that could be a good thing- I think they're f**king with my head. I feel stoned all the time at the moment...) and I still have a tonne of stuff to do.
Went to Tassie for the weekend- we caught the boat over on Friday night (I'd never been on the boat before) which was pretty exciting, so I passed out almost straight away and slept for nearly the entire journey. We arrived in Devonport, then went and picked B up from Burnie airport, and I got to hang out with my relatives for a couple of hours before driving down to Hobart for the Christ College Ball. The theory was that the Ball had a horror/haunted theme, so I adjusted my outfit accordingly, and the b/f was also going to wear a t-shirt I'd made for him under his suit as a nod to the theme...when we got to our friends place we discovered that lots of people would probably just be wearing regular clothes with no theme, so B backed out and just decided to wear his regular suit outfit, which would have been ok except that I only had one outfit, and I thought we were going as a couple, and our clothes were going to complement each other... but he decided that supporting me and standing out a little was not what he wanted to do. The problem is not that I was uncomfortable in what I was wearing, it was that I thought we had an agreement and that we were going to have fun being dressed a little silly together, and by backing out I felt unsupported, and even worse, his being self conscious made me feel like he thought I might look out of place... or whatever. Who wants to feel unsupported and potentially judged by anyone?
Anyhoo, so we got there and within half a minute the one person I was steeling myself to see was there... she arrived just after us. Fine, cool, I didn't have to worry, I'd just keep out of her way. Next thing you know we had to move past her to get to the next room. She looked me dead in the eye then moved her glance over my shoulder and started talking to B, without bothering to introduce herself or say hi, even though she was well aware of my presence and who I was. Great. Snub number 1... so I followed S and left B to talk to her. It was typical high school girly challenging behaviour, but you know what? I didn't feel the need to get involved. I didn't want to talk to her for the rest of the night, and I was hoping B would get the picture that she'd just been pretty rude as well, and leave it at "My g/f'snot happy". But no, for the next hour or so I'm in trouble because I didn't want to be near her, and preferred that he not talk to her. She spent the time avoiding looking at me as much as possible, but also making sure that she was in plain view, wherever we were standing. So after deciding that I'd had enough of being in trouble for making stuff feel wierd for B, I waited until he was off doing something, and went over and introduced myself to her. The conversation pretty much went
"Hi, I'm C"
"Hi, I'm also C"
"I know... I just wanted to say hi, and if you want to talk to B that's cool, cos things are a bit strange right now and he's really noticing it"
"Oh, ok, I just want to apologise for all the stuff that happened before"
"That's ok, it's was entirely B's fault, you don't have to worry about it"
Then she just kind of stood and looked at me, so I just smiled and went back to the dance floor. Next thing you know B's come over and he's like "WHAT DID YOU DO".... so we went outside and I got to defend myself/explain what happened while he was away, because one of C's friends had come over and told him some bullshit story that I'd come over and said "something" to her and it looked all uncomfortable- this friend had heard every word I'd said. WTF?!?!
So. I'd done the right thing, right? Sucked it up despite not liking the way she'd acted since we arrived, and tried to make things cool. So she's welcome to come over and talk to us for a bit... instead I spent the rest of the night on my own while B and C hung out together. Great. I felt fucking fantastic. I walked over a couple of times to get my wallet from B, and every time I did C would look away. The one time they were standing together in a group talking I came over, and she promptly left the group. So I kept on getting snubbed and made to feel uncomfortable and like I'd done the wrong thing, when she was the one that fucked my boyfriend, then laid down the challenge and started to make things difficult when we got there. In the meantime, through the 30 second snatches of conversation I grabbed with B I found out she thought I seemed lovely, but wasn't sure what to say because another boy she'd shagged's ex went psycho at her. Well, I'm so glad I made the effort to be chilled at her then, and try make the whole social thing a lot easier. This bitch told B that she was cool with him having a g/f. This girl also managed to give the impression that she was together and chilled and yunno, able to deal with interesting situations. Instead, I copped a shitload of negativity from her, and from my own b/f because apparently I wasn't doing enough to take care of her feelings.
WHAT THE FUCK
I think she's all front. I think she was saying what she thought B wanted to hear, so she'd get what she wanted from him. I think she never expected to have to actually meet me. I think she's a liar. I think she's passive agressive and manipulative. I think that I got treated like shit on the weekend, and it's partially her fault for lying and getting herself into a situation she couldn't handle, and mostly my boyfriend's fault because he couldn't see through the bullshit, because apparently boys can't read body language, and "girls are crazy".
I'm so angry I don't know who to punch. Apparently it was my fault I was left alone all night, because we'd been arguing about her earlier (the part where I didn't want us to be near her because of the initial interaction), so I wasn't fun to hang out with anyway. Who the FUCK argues with their g/f about someone they slept with once, then goes and hangs out with that person all night?
Why can't he see that despite all her words about how I seem like a nice girl, and she's comfortable with stuff, that she was playing the situation? Why was I the one made to feel bad? He could have told her that I wasn't going to yell at her. He could have said I just wanted to meet her properly. You know what? I think even if I did point that out, she'd have found some excuse to get out of it, and then B would have been pissed at me for making her uncomfortable,. even though what I'm comfortable or ok with is obviously not a priority for him.
On the drive home we saw some roadkill.
mok
tommorow night we will be eating deer