I still have a stomach ache. 

You know, the one I had yesterday. Well, it never went away.

It’s slowly going away now… this morning I didn’t think I’d be able to eat all day, but I think I might be able to eat some lunch now. So that’s a lot of progress.

And I think what did it this time around, was the peanuts.

I’m not supposed to eat nuts, peanuts, or anything like that because apparently, they’re hard to digest. I mean, if I eat a few nuts in a chocolate bar or something like that, that’s not going to give me a stomach ache. But I can’t have a fistful of peanuts, and expect to be fine.

So cut to this past week. Well, maybe the past four days or so… when I discovered that we had crunchy. peanut butter hiding in our cupboard. I will not eat smooth peanut butter. Only crunchy. So I happily made some toast with the spread. I probably had about five pieces (not all at once, over the course of a few days) and I think that’s what gave me the stomach ache. The accumulation of all those chunks of peanut that I never even thought about it.

I like peanut butter, but I don’t think it was worth this stomach ache.

So I guess I can just add that to the list of random things I can’t eat without feeling sick. But on the plus side, Melinda and I had popcorn the other week and I had no problems from that. I’ve recently found a bunch of foods I shouldn’t be eating though… and some are disappointing. Like broccoli. I like the little trees, but they kill me.

That’s one question that I’ve been asking myself repeated times over the past few days.

I’m tired, but I don’t seem to really sleep. Or even if I do sleep, I wake up not rested.

My cold is getting better, and I don’t have the sinus headaches that I was getting before, but now I’ve developed an ear ache and I forgot how painful and irritating they can be. I think I can honestly say I haven’t had one since  was a kid… but I had them really bad, and ended up going to the hospital on a few occasions for it.

In [somewhat] positive news I found a few more foods I can’t eat. If you talk to me regularly, you probably already know this, but it turns out that I have trouble with cabbage, broccoli, cauliflower and asparagas (not that I would eat that anyways). Out of those four, I eat broccoli by far the most, beacuse I actually like it. But since I haven’t been eating it, my stomach hasn’t been going as crazy.

It’s good to know that despite all the tests and x-rays I had to go through, they couldn’t tell me to avoid those foods years ago.

I really did not intend to make this post about that, but that’s what came out.

And in other food related business, I had the best thing ever tonight. I actually bought it at the fair on Sunday (which I will have to talk about at a later date) but I didn’t eat it until tonight because I just didn’t feel like it.

What was it?

A cinnamon flavoured candy apple.

Oh yes. Oh yes. [+10 points if you get the reference]

It was delicious.

I’m sick.
And it’s poo.

I am getting a cold.

I can feel it… my throat is getting all dry and sore and no amount of liquid has made it feel better.

I AM NOT IN THE MOOD TO CATCH A COLD.

Although I guess you never really are.

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Admitedly, wearing flip flops to work when it was cold out (today) probably wasn’t my brightest idea.
But I don’t want to give innnn and I want to keep wearing them.

It’s like the other day. My boss was going, ‘IT’S COOOLLD. IT’S COOOLLLD’, yet he was wearing shorts.
So I said, ‘…. why are you wearing shorts if you’re cold!?’
And he replied, ‘BECAUSE I WON’T GIVE IN TO IT!’

Hahahaha.

Ahh, I’m thirsty, but too warm to actually get out of bed to get a drink.

I always feel bad when people’s credit cards don’t go through. I mean, I know myself that it’s kind of embarrassing even though you really have no reason to be embarrassed because it happens all the time and it doesn’t necssarily mean that you have no money.

A few times this summer I’ve had campers try to use their card and when we try to process it we get the “please call for authroization” line. We then have to explain how this is not their fault, how it’s because they’re out of the country and how they just have to call the credit card company to tell them.

Usually we dial for them and let them use our phone, because I know that if I was on vacation and that happened to me, I’d want someone to help me out a bit and at least let me call. So usually they do that and get it all squared away and everything is good to go!

This happened yesterday. And everything was fine except the guy kept saying how he had just used his card at the gas station up the street. He told me about four times.

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Well obviously you would have to use it in Canada at least once for them to know you’re in Canada. O_O How else would they realize that there’s where your card is being used?

I think he was just flustered so that’s why he said it, so I was trying to be nice and understanding, haha. Because I mean really, I would feel the same way. And I wouldn’t someone being all technical and bitchy to me. So, I just told him not to worry about it and that honestly it happens all the time.

Really it’s a good thing, right? It’s better than getting your card stolen and having someone rack up a disgusting amount of money on there. It happened to me in Japan, actually. My MasterCard got a stop put on it because they noticed I was using it out of the country. I had to call them (I used Skype, haha) to say noooo, I’m really here and I need my card! Haha. Now my Visa on the other hand. . . that one I just ran out of space on. O_O Oddly enough they didn’t put a stop on my card, only my MasterCard did. I wonder if that makes MC safer?

First, I wanted to say thanks to the people who commented on my LJ entry or messaged me to ask if I was okay after the car troubles I had yesterday! Although it was a bad thing that happened, it was nice to know that people care.

Everything is fine now. My legs and arms ache a little bit, and my right hand is killing me from the puncture wounds from the fence which I felt inclined to take a photo of:

Okay so it doesn’t look that bad, but my god it hurts. I put vitamin E on it and a bandaid so hopefully that will help it heal fast. I didn’t realize how much that part of your hand is used. I mean, if I stretch my hand it kills, carrying my purse made it hurt because the strap goes right around there… you know? There are a few cuts on my other hand and on my wrists, but they don’t hurt half as badly as these ones do. ~_~

I asked my mum again today what exactly happened with the car. Yesterday, my parents and Bev (my piano teacher) thought that the alternator (… I know nothing about cars) went and that’s why it died like that. But the mechanics said that the engine completely died and there were pieces of metal lodged in it. My dad said maybe a piston broke and shattered in there, but who knows.

Anyways, we have to go sometime soon to get my stuff out of it. There’s my lunch bag, some money and a few random containers in there. Oh, and my parking pass because you know my neighbour is a bitch and will call the parking police to ticket me if I park on the street for more than two hours without it.

Today started off pretty well. I mean, I worked at eight which is not exactly my favourite way to be spending the morning (because I defnitely prefer the night shift) but I got a decent amount of sleep so I wasn’t ridiculously tired. I made it to work early and managed to stop at Timmies along the way.

Work itself was slow (and I have a few stories to post later about people who can’t do math) and eventually three o’clock rolled around which meant I was off from the campground to the conservatory.

Just as always, I headed off down the highway, but then my car started doing this weird jerking thing. Like it took a while for it to actually pick up speed, which was pretty scary when I was getting onto the highway. I figured it was just getting warmed up (or something) because it started to run normally after that little burst.

I’m driving along and suddenly my car just… stops working. The engine oil light comes on (as well as a shitload of other ones I’ve never seen lit up before) and I couldn’t steer. I pretty much freaked out and some how managed to pull over to the side of the road. Luckily, I ended up on the off ramp to one of the exits — out of the way of most of the traffic.

After I somewhat calmed down, I got out my cell phone to phone my mum.

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Yeah, it’s dead. Completely dead. Figures, right?

So I decide that the only thing I can really do (besides sit there and cry) is to hop the fence to the nearby mini-putt course. So I do that, and I’m shaking like crazy because I’m so stressed out. I cut my hands up and getting down I landed really weirdly so my leg hurts so badly right now. My shoes kept either falling off or getting stuck in the fence holes so it was quite the adventure just getting OVER the fence. Pretty sure the people who were using the mini-putt were like WTF IS THIS GIRL DOING. Especially because I still had my staff shirt on and my car was more or less hidden by a bunch of bushes. So you wouldn’t have seen it if you weren’t looking (it’s green, too).

I somehow made it to the ‘front desk’ sort of part and asked the guy working if I could use the phone. I told him my car had broken down on the highway and my cell phone had died. He was really nice, and told me to go ahead. So I got a hold of my mum, who called Bev (because I was going to be late for work) and CAA.

I cleaned up a bit in the washroom there (my hands were POUNDING because they hurt so bad and I couldn’t make them stop bleeding… they’re not really deep cuts, but you know how sometimes you can skin your hand kind of, and it won’t stop bleeding and it stings like mad?). My mum told me she’d come pick me up at the mini-putt, so stay there.

So I was walking back and forth, making sure the car was okay and waiting for her. The CAA guy came, so I had to hop over the fence again. I tried to get his attention from the other side, but it was too noisy. He had no idea where I came from and laughed at me when I said I had hopped over the fence. O_O

I got what I needed from the car, showed him my CAA card and he said he’d two it to whatever mechanic my mum told him to take it to. He was a little … not rude, but like, “Omg this stupid girl” kind of attitude until I showed him my member card. Then he was nicer. I apologized to him for being so frazzled.

So to wait for my mum, I had to make another journey over the damn fence. Where I caught my shirt, lost my shoe twice (so I was half way over and had to climb back down) and cut my wrist a bit. ~_~ Somewhere during the fence hopping I also managed to bruise my knee. The fence was really … rusty, so now I’m paranoid I’m going to get lockjaw or something. I cleaned my cuts out but my parents make me paranoid. My dad was totally joking around, but he’s the one who told me my appendix would burst and I’d die, when I didn’t even have an appendix so you can see why his words aren’t always exactly… reassuring.

I had an extra shirt (beacuse I wasn’t going to wear my campground shirt to the conservatory) so at least I could change and calm down a bit. My parents both came to pick me up, and I ended up making it to work for about 4:15 (I was supposed to start at four). Bev was able to get a hold of my 4:00 student and ask them to come at 5:00, so I didn’t miss anyone.

My mum called the mechanic and they said it would cost about $2000 to repair the car.

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Pretty sure the car isn’t even worth that much. So we’re not going to, and I’m going to take my mum’s old car (she got a new one recently) so I’ll have that until I go.

But wow, what a horrible hour. The worst part was when the steering wheel stopped working. I had a panic attack beacuse here I am going like 110km/hr (which lucky for me was not the speed I normally go at) and I can’t actually drive the car. I can’t speed up but of course, I could slow down. I was so worried I wouldn’t get out of the way and that some transport truck would crush me or something. O_O

So I’m reasonably safe and sound, the car is pretty much gone (I have to get some stuff out of it, but other than that, I’ll never see it again.

Today has been an up and down sort of day.

I’m still worn out for some reason. I’m assuming eating a meal a day probably isn’t cutting it, although I did have breakfast and dinner today. So that’s pretty good.

I have pretty much no apetite. Every now and then I get really hungry, but then even if I eat something small, it’s gone. At this point I guess I’m eating because I know I have to. Not beacuse I’m hungry or beacuse I like the taste of something, but because I know if I don’t, I’ll get sick.

That’s kind of messed up, but that’s how it is right now. I’m also kind of bummed about something that happened [or didn't happen, actually] the other night. I know that makes me lame and I know I can’t over think it and think it means something bad, because honestly, benefit of the doubt likely said I’m a sane person and not around. But I still can’t help but feel disappointed.

Work was okay today. Actually, the shift went amazingly fast. I hope it goes like that for the rest of the weekend!

The coolest couples seem to come in when Amanda and I are working. I think one of my personal favourites were the two guys who checked-in at the same time. They were in a group (two sites) and we said, “Are you together?” They replied, “Yeah, we’re together.” “Wait, no. We are, but you know, not like that. We have wives.” Haha.

Anyways, today we had this couple who called us about seven times because they were so lost getting there. One of the first times I talked to them she wanted to know if she had to go North or South.

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I wanted to say, well you’re coming to Canada… which you know, is north. So north would be the logical direction. Naturally I would never be rude like that on the phone (and I’m glad I wasn’t because they were super cool). It took them seven hours to reach us. It should have taken about four. :/ So when they got there they were not only exhausted, but relieved to finally have found us. When they got there they were looking at the map, and the one lady goes to the other, SEE. IF WE HAD JUST GONE THIS WAY WE WOULDN’T HAVE GONE THROUGH THE WHOLE CITY.

… those were the directions we had told them, haha. Apparently the driver wasn’t really listening to the directions.

When I was asking what kind of site they wanted, she said she didn’t care and if they hadn’t found us, she would have pitched a tent in any open field she found. That made us laugh. It was cute.

And on a completely unrelated note, driving home was a disaster.

First, I drove my mum’s car today. Which I hate driving because there’s no tape deck so I can’t plug in my iPod. Also, when I drive it I feel like a little old lady behind the steering wheel. I have no idea why, but the car makes me feel tiny. It’s not even a huge car or anything.

Then, coming home I ran into all this damn construction they’re doing. They don’t do it every night in the same spot, so you never actually know if it’ll be going on or not which is why I take the same route home. It was really bad tonight though; they closed one of the lanes and traffic was super backed up. Luckily, someone had opened this gate so that if you knew where you were going, you could sneak through there onto the service road.

Which I did.

Only to find that the lift bridge was up. -_-

So I had to wait until the boat went through, which I swear took forever, and then I could finally make my way home. It felt like such a disaster, haha.

On my way I passed this huge graveyard. For some reason, when I drive past a graveyard at night I always feel like I have to look as hard as I can at it, just in case I see something. I swear to god I saw stuff, but I have no idea if it was anything real or just the reflection of my headlights on tombstones. :/

It’s one of those things where I desparately want to see something like a ghost or spirit, but if I did I would probably pee myself and not be able to sleep.

The rest of the night has been pretty quiet. And I know I should be in bed already but I can’t help but stay awake. I’m tired, an dI’m not doing anything overly important so I have no idea what compells me to stay awake… but here I am. I need to stop going to bed at five in the morning.

So, with that said, I’ll try to sleep now.

(。・o・)お(。・д・)や(。・。・)す(。・_・)ノみ♪

It’s not very often that I feel sick enough to miss work, but this morning I didn’t go. I feel really guilty not going in, but at the same time I doubt I could have made it there, let alone lasted through the shift. My mum called Melinda this morning (I’m sorry it was so early! I said she could wait until you got to the campground) to let her know I wasn’t going to make it. I hope no one is mad at me.

If you’ve talked to me recently you probably know I haven’t been feeling well. My mum still thinks I gave myself concussion when I hit my head, but then my stomach started acting up. It was pretty bad last night, to the point where I thought I might end up in the hospital today.

Luckily, it didn’t get much worse… but at the same time I got no sleep.

I ended up sleeping on my floor because when I’m sick, sleeping on the floor seems like a more logical idea. I was too hot sleeping on my bed, but then when I moved to the floor I got too cold. It went hot, cold, hot, cold for a while there.

Then I had the weirdest… experience. It wasn’t really a dream because I wasn’t asleep and it wasn’t a full on hallucenation, but for some reason I convinced myself that I was on a boat and I couldn’t sleep because ‘the Germans’ wouldn’t let me. I have no idea who ‘the Germans’ were or why they were German instead of from somewhere else. They wanted my passport, or something. And they wouldn’t let me sleep. Let me just say, I really have nothing against German people so I honestly have no idea where this stemmed from, haha.

I’m feeling a bit better now and everything that’s been sloshing around inside my stomach is getting less, which is good. The doctors always tell me that if you can hear stomach noises and stuff, it’s a good sign. But now my body aches like you would not believe. I’m probably dehydrated because aside from a few sips of flat coke, I haven’t had anything to eat or drink since last night. I don’t want to eat anything because I don’t want my stomach to get worse again and while I know I should drink something, I can’t make myself. ~_~

My head doesn’t hurt now, which is good. I had a bit of a panic attack this morning though and I don’t really know why. Like I couldn’t get enough air or something. But I got some sleep and I feel better. I’m not going to work tonight either, my mum called them for me and said I couldn’t make it tonight because I was sick. Bev called me and left a message (I couldn’t get up and get to the phone in time… well I didn’t even get up to try to make it to the phone in time, it took me 15 minutes to get down the stairs because I felt dizzy, so let’s not push it, haha). She said she heard I wasn’t feeling well and to call her when I feel up to it and let her know how I’m doing.

When I told Jim the other day I didn’t feel well he was afraid I’d get sick and have to go the hospital. ~_~ I’m definitely not going. Unless I get really really sick tonight (but I’m getting better!). I hate going to the hospital so much and I don’t feel like it’s that bad. I think I’ll go to work tomorrow.

But regardless, Melinda I’m sorry for bailing on you! And I’m sorry for bailing on my kids tonight too. T_T I hate being sick. And I’m going back to lay down now.