Nonsense and my nose

Just some random things that have happened:

In a moment of dieting miracles I caught a horrible stomach flu and was vomiting for approximately 36 hours straight. While I was home, laying on the bathroom floor, spooning the toilet, convinced that I was most likely dying I got a phone call from my roommate who apparently overnight developed a serious allergy to Tuna. Unfortunately, like most allergy discoveries, she found this out after she ate a ridiculous amount of Tuna. I never knew people could actually turn purple...but Sarah's always been an over-acheiver so if anyone could make themselves turn purple, it would be her. Yes, she was calling me from the drug store, while turning purple, asking me what she should get to help with the reaction. My first thought.... hmm, perhaps a hospital?.... but Sarah swore it wasn't a big deal.... needless to say one phone call to her doctor and some serious amounts of Benadryl later, she was sent home to me. The only condition was that I would be able to look after her to make sure she didn't...oh let's say...stop breathing. I thought about it and decided that in between trips to the bathroom I could definitely make sure she was still alive. So their we were, such a pretty pair...both home sick on a Thursday, not playing hooky...actually sick. Me vomiting and Sarah crashing from the large consumption of Benadryl she had taken to counter-act the effects of the Tuna.

After much procrastination, I went to my favorite salon to go get my nails and eyebrows done yesterday. I got my nails done first and then it was time for me to get my eyebrows done. Now, I should have remembered that I had broken my nose only 10 days before, I should have said something to the woman doing my eyebrows.... but alas, I am a complete flake at times and so I did not think to say anything at all. Well, nothing until I yelped from pain as I heard a slight rip as she leaned on my nose to balance her hand. (Everyone who has ever broken their nose before, just cringed.) Now I can't be 100% sure, but I'm pretty sure that that was more painful than when I actually broke my nose.... mostly because this time I was sober. Eyes instantly bloodshot and tearing I stood up and mumbled something about breaking my nose....next thing I knew there was an icepack immediately on my face. An icepack that got stuck to my face because I still had wax on it. Needless to say, instead of being "right back" from my lunch break, I was gone for a bit longer. As I relayed the story to Patty the first thing that she said was, "well, I hope you don't bruise again".....Too late, one of the first things Karl said when I saw him last night..."you're eye is looking a little purple".... and a little bit later in the conversation.... "Sweetie, maybe you should just walk around with a helmet on until your nose completely heals".
Anyone got a helmet I can borrow?

Two of my good friends hit a rough patch in the healing process of recent break-ups this week. Two! I am fiercely loyal to my friends so I truly take their difficult times to heart. In honor of being depressed and stressed on their behalf, I basically housed an entire bag of Reese's peanut butter cups yesterday. Thank god, chocolate does not have any calories when you're stressed!

I called my doctor today because I decided that it may be a slight problem that my left eye keeps tearing and i can't breathe out of or feel the left side of my nose still. I actually left a message for him and his assistant called me back.

ast: hi sara, it's Ann from dr. smith's office.... dr. smith is on vacation this week but he got your message and would like you to come in and see him in the office tomorrow.

me: oh, well i can just wait until he gets back to see him...it's not a big deal.

ast: no, he said that you'd say that. he told me that 'sara farkas always waits until the last minute to call me. The last time she saw me for a "minor stomach ache" she had stomach cancer... if she's saying it's not a big deal, it probably is a big deal.'

me: oh... ok

ast: so we'll see you tomorrow at 4 sara.

me: ok....

And here I was affraid that they'd think I was over reacting.....