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( Supernatural 4.15, totally spoiled )

Got my hospital bill today; I could buy a new car with the amount of money they're asking for. Considering the emotional mood I've been in, I'm kind of shocked I managed not to freak out when I opened the envelope. Guess it's my brain trying not to cope with something I can't deal with at the moment. Whatever. I'll probably break down tomorrow once those numbers set in, and the vodka is all gone.

In the mean time, I have about five episodes of Battlestar to watch. Oh, and finishing up my copy of House of Leaves, which is a much of a mind fuck as I thought it would be.

I just busted out of the ER this afternoon after spending four days being pumped full of donated platelets and IVIg steroids to get my 4,000 platelet count up to the standard 150,000-400,000 range. Apparently I have ITP, which pretty much means my immune system is in overdrive and attacking my platelets and the doctors can't figure out why. In the mean time, I'm apt to bruise easily, bleed under my skin (yeah petechiae,) or just die from internal bleeding if I so much I run into a doorway (which I'm prone to do from time to time 'cause I'm clumsy and drink vodka.)
( Who did I piss off in another life? )

You know, I was going to say something happy and positive to end this post, but I'm tired and stressed and my arm hurts from the IV. So I'm going to bed with the hope that tomorrow is going to be full of rainbows, singing birds, and butterflies. Or finding a hundred bucks in a gutter would be swell. I wouldn't even spend it on my many vices.