ladeeda

today was a busybusybusy day and it didn’t help that i was up till 4.30 last night bloghopping and watching fight club off my ipod. i had to crawl, and i literally mean crawl, out of bed at 11 to get showered and ready.

picked hannahbanana up from school then made our way to singpost for mom to run some errands and for us to get lunch. subway-ed (yumm) then left for health promotion board for my blood test. i don’t like needles okay! (this coming from the girl who got her navel pierced. twice. first time was a d-i-y project.) and i’m squeamish with blood too. a little. whatever lah. i was scared, okay? like frickin scared. seriously, i think i nearly cried when we got there.

i had to take the blood test because i’m going for surgery on thursday to remove eight teeth. eight okay! 4 molars and 4 wisdom teeth. i’ve already postponed this surgery once because i was having the flu and you’re not supposed to go for surgery if you have an upper respiratory infection. yes, i’m still sick now but i’m taking a risk because i really don’t have time to postpone it anymore. i’ll be sure to blog about the traumatising experience once it’s over so you people can relish in my pain k?

anywho, the bitchslutho doctor sat me down then put a tourniquet around my arm and prepped me for the needle. i was squeezing hannah’s hand like crazy with my eyes shut tightight. i’ve had only one blood test done before when i was 8 and hospitalized with bronchitis but that time they pricked my index and collected maybe 3 drops of blood. this was my first blood test done using a frickin syringe.

okay, so i was being a total baby about it because it didn’t even come close to the pain i went through for my navel piercing. when it was over, i turned back to look at my arm and on the table, was a drop of my blood! my precious, precious blood. stupid bitch dripped my blood on the desk! thank god she didn’t spill the whole syringe or i would have had to go through the entire nightmare all over again. gah. shutup syaza, you’re overreacting -_-

went to parkway after, ran more errands and had dinner at banquet with the godparents who just came back from las vegas (lucky buggers). i shan’t bore you with the details since they are, well, boring.

sitting here, typing, listening to regina spektor and snacking on cranberries. cranberries are addictive. i bet the sugar in them is gonna keep me awake tonight. boo. random luh. i think my braincells are depleting. maybe they got sucked out together with the blood.

and you know what, my arm still hurts.

girly man! (yes, it’s you because you’re the prettier of the two of us and you’re the one with the penis) if you’re reading this (and i know you are though i still don’t understand why since you pretty much hear everything i do each day (complete with bitching, moaning and pathetic comebacks)), you’d better get your sexy self better because it’s time for math tuition! plus you make me feel guilty every time you cough for passing you the flu. lols. i love you, you fucker. =)