So, hospital tomorrow. I need to be at the hospital at 4pm, which complete sucks. I like early appointments, so I don’t have to worry about … well, everything. I’m a world-class worrier. And it also means that I won’t be discharged until 8:30pm at the very earliest and there’s the distinct possibility that I’ll have to stay the night I already planned to pack a bag with pajamas, my netbook, my phone and a sketchbook in case I have to stay but I really, really want to come home.
And ugh, I have to have my breakfast (toast) before 9am, and then nothing else to eat, and then I can only sip water until 1pm, and then nothing else to drink. The food thing doesn’t bother me, but the drinking thing really does. I’ve been drinking soda water all day, as if I can prevent myself from being thirsty tomorrow afternoon.
On another topic, I got an invitation to go out to lunch today, but I am so not well enough and my friend, K, is about to go overseas for ages, so I probably won’t get another chance to see her, which sucks But on that note, I will never understand my town’s restaurant culture and my old classmates – there’s one street with restaurants in my town, and it’s a place to be seen. That’s fine. What’s not fine is paying twenty-five dollars for a glorified sandwich and cold drink, especially when you have no idea if it is going to be any good – none of the cafes on this street are consistent. And the fact is that all these uni students and post-university friends love it. The small amount of money I have, I’d rather save it for more worthwhile – shopping – pursuits.
I just don’t understand the social intricacies of my town.