So, I’ve had a few chaotic last few days. Going back to work was a nightmare… my lungs just are not handling any kind of physical activity well, and I’m only allowed four puffs of my inhaler in a 24 hr period. When I go back to the doctor on Monday, I’m going to see if I can get another inhaler, to support the one I already have. Like… a rescue inhaler, I think it’s called. Hopefully this chest problem clears up… I would hate to have to be feeling like this on a more permanent basis. This entire… unable to breathe thing just really doesn’t work for me in my job. I would hate to have to switch positions, just because my lungs can’t hack it.

My father was admitted to the ICU yesterday because they found another blood clot in his lungs. They were able to actually catch this one in a routine stress check up, so I’m grateful for that. I don’t think my dad would’ve been able to go through the entire ordeal of another heart attack. He was taken by ambulance to the hospital in Kamloops, tested and then brought back here. I don’t really know too much… my family has gone out of their way to make sure of that, like they always do. They all said that they tried to call me multiple times throughout the day, but my phone only displayed one missed call. So I was just like what-the-fuck-ever. I’ll go visit my dad when I can, or I’ll talk to him when he gets out. My dad and I don’t generally get along,but he’s still my dad. I know I would feel guilty later on if I didn’t.

I’ve gotten into a lot of fights with people who I thought were friends over the last couple of days. The ordeal made me realize that those who I thought were my friends, really aren’t, and even if you’ve known someone for (in my case) eight years, they can turn on you in an instant. And someone who I thought would never betray me, did. She didn’t even have the courage to say a word to my face, she proceeded to ignore me and force me to draw my own conclusions. She phased me out. Another instance of one of my closest girlfriends choosing the dick over her chick. The worst part is that it was the same dick that V chose over me. At first it really hurt, but now… I’m alright, I think. I’ve accepted it. Out of the friends I have here in town, there are only three left that I know I can depend on. It makes me sad, because I know it didn’t have to turn out this way.

But, alas, Life moves forward. To make myself feel better, I’ve dedicated my days off to a marathon of The Vampire Diaries, True Blood, and chocolate cake. That, and working on this site. I’ve got a plan, and I think for once, it’ll work out.