today is not my day.

you may be thinking, "but the day has only just started". well not for me. i woke up around 3.30am and couldn't get back to sleep because of my sore mouth. i contemplated taking pain killers for around an hour, and decided i could take some panadol. the sheet the dentist gave me said that i could have max 8 panadol and 6 ibuprofen per day and i didn't want to waste them all in the morning hours, so 2 panadol is all i would allow myself. so i took them. and tried to sleep. i'm not sure whether i was successful, but at around 5.30 i was still in pain, so i went to see mum after hearing her getting up to use the loo. she told me to have some yoghurt and take 2 ibuprofen. so she got the stuffs for me and i took them. i felt a tad queezy before then, but i felt quite worse a little while after. mum had started to get ready and came in to see me, but she couldn't help so i just sat up with my knees at my chest, hoping the pain would go away. mum left to have breakfast. a little while after my back started to hurt quite a bit and i was moaning in pain. mum managed to hear me after i got a bit louder, and came rushing in to see what was wrong. a few seconds later i grabbed the bowl she had given me before and started to vomit. wasn't the best seeing as i hadn't eaten much. i haven't vomitted in years...my body sure picked a fine time to let me remember what it's like. my back was still sore afterwards so mum rubbed some voltaren on my back and that helped lots. somewhere during the yukiness i think i vomitted up my blood clot from my teeth extraction-ness which meant mum had to call the dentist to tell him and now i have an appointment for 12.15. he'll probably put in a fake clot like i had last time, which tastes absolutely disgusting every time you swallow, for the next week or so.
lucky me.
i'm going back to bed.