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hinatastinygiant · 2 years ago

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Chapter Fifty Six

Internum Sanguinem

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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Despite the little hiccup, the three of you get back into the bus and continue on your journey to the airport. This time, however, Suna and Osamu sit in the front together while Oikawa walks to the back of the bus. He doesn't look so good. Paler than normal and almost as if he's out of breath for no reason. You, being the doctor you are and insinuating that something bad is about to happen, go after him.

"Are you okay?" you ask him as he sits down on your old couch which could definitely use a bit of cleaning.

"Fine," he wheezes out before coughing. Then, his eyes begin to water as if he's not being completely truthful about the pain he's in.

You sigh as you sit down beside him. You extend out his arm, the one he just coughed into, and see a few small blood stains. "Jesus, Oikawa," you groan, "How long has this been going on for?"

"I dunno, a few days probably," he shrugs. "I didn't want to worry you."

"It looks like the same sickness I got from Lev, Alisa, and Yachi," you tell him as you begin to run through diagnostics in your head. Unfortunately, you haven't picked up a medical book recently, so your memory is a bit jogged.

"Do you think it is?" Lev asks as he peers over your shoulder.

"Maybe it's the same but like on the inside," Alisa adds, thinking aloud.

"You don't have any other pre-existing diseases or any complications of your liver, do you?" you ask Oikawa worriedly.

"No," he shakes his head, "not that I know of."

"We don't know much about that illness the four of us contracted, but maybe there is some kind of variation where it makes your insides bleed instead of the outside of your skin. Shit, I have no idea. It's not like I can test any of this. It's all just speculation. Dangerous, too. But what I do know is that coughing up blood is not a good sign."

"Way to tell it to me straight, doc," Oikawa sighs as he looks down at his lap.

"I'm sorry, Oikawa. It's also possible that you got a cold and have a respiratory tract infection," you say to dispel his worry. Unfortunately, the look on his face shows that he's not relaxed in the least. "Do you have chest pain? Dizziness or light-headedness? I can tell you're already short of breath. Could be a possible sign of a respiratory tract in-"

"Fuck, I don't know? What are you going to ask me next? Do I have a fucking high temp? How the hell am I supposed to know," he grumbles as he leans back against the couch and stares up at the ceiling of the bus.

You sigh as your eyes look around and land on Kageyama who just shakes his head and rolls his eyes as though his friend is just being dramatic. However, you know how annoying that illness was when you got it. So, if that is what Oikawa has, you can't blame him for being cranky.

"Rin," you call out to the two guys in the front as you get up from the couch. "Think we can make one more stop?"

"What now?" he groans.

"Don't say it's another bathroom break," Osamu shakes his head.

"Don't worry, it's not. Wouldn't want to run into any psychos with guns waiting outside," you smile softly at Osamu. "Oikawa's coughing up blood. I wanted to stop at a pharmacy, maybe Seiyu, and get him some Pulmozyme or Nebusal and another shirt to wear," you explain to the two of them.

"Too bad. He can tough it out to the airport. Besides, if we do and there is someone to take us out of this god-forsaken place, he can go to a hospital somewhere," Osamu tells you.

"I think there's a Seiyu down the road a bit," Suna interrupts.

"Thanks, Rin," you smile. "I really appreciate it."

"You're shitting me," Osamu groans as he looks over at Suna. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, why not?" Suna shrugs as he looks back at Osamu. "He's sick. If he doesn't get better the rest of us could end up that way, too. And what if there is no magical airplane waiting to take us away? We just let him get worse?"

Osamu shakes his head as he looks back at you for a moment before returning his eyes to the road. He is in the passenger seat, after all. Suna's the one driving.

Like Suna said, there is a Seiyu down the road a little ways. He drives the bus to just outside the front door and parks it. He then looks back towards where you are with Oikawa again. "Ready to go, Y/N?" he then asks, waiting for you to back off from the sick passenger.

"Yeah," you nod as you look over at him. A worried look overtakes your face as you grab your rifle and walk toward the front of the bus. "I'll be right back."

"You're going in alone?" Kenma asks as he, too, stands to his feet.

"No, I'll go with her," Suna adds while he pulls the key out of the ignition and puts them in his pocket. We'll be right back.

You wait by the front door of the Seiyu while Suna steps out of the bus and makes his way toward you. "Let's go then," he nods as he steps near the broken automatic doors.

The two of you walk into the store side by side quickly. You almost tip-toe to the middle of the store where you then look around for the pharmacy. Luckily, when you spot it, it's not too far away. You and Suna run over and begin rummaging through the different prescription medicine bottles.

"What're we looking for again?" Suna asks as he picks up a small red medicine bottle.

"Pulmozyme or Nebusal. For Oikawa's coughing up blood. I think it might be a lung infection or something like that."

"Shit, I don't even know how to spell that let alone find it in this mess," he grumbles to himself.

"Well keep looking. If you see something else that says cystic fibrosis, we can take that, too."

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timeaftertime-chriscornellfanfic · 4 years ago

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Chapter 32 - I Get So Tense That I Can’t Speed Up The Time

Berlin Germany, April 17 1990

(Andi is 20, Chris is 25)

ANDI: Feeling the cold concrete beneath my body is something I will never get used to when I slip. It was dark. really dark. So dark that I couldn't tell just exactly where I was at all. I gather myself up and find that I seem to be in a dark alleyway in between two tall brick buildings, completely naked and cold as hell.

Why, just why in the fucking hell did I have to slip?

With my one arm covering my chest as best I could - thank god my dark curls are long enough to help - and my other hand trying to cover the rest of me, I attempt to make my way out of the alley, being careful not to step on anything that could hurt me. I approach the sidewalk, staying close to the corner of the one buildings and look down both sides of the street to see if I could figure out where I am. Everything is written in German so I just hope to fuck I'm in Berlin.

Ok think Andi, think... where can I find something to cover myself with?

It's always this part that scares me the most, especially since I'm in a completely different country. I remember the name of the hotel that I booked for the guys, so if I could just find a way to somehow get there.

*****

"Hey du was machst du? raus hier!"

I was able to find my way into an apartment through the back and sneak into a bedroom as quietly as I could, find a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that were a little bit too big for me and a pair of runners but just as I was sliding myself back out the door, I was caught by the German who is now screaming at me while I clamber down the fire escape.

"I'm sorry, I had the wrong place," I call back to him though I'm pretty sure he had no idea just what I was saying.

"Wenn ich dich wieder fange, bring ich dich um!" He continues to scream at me and I can only guess that he hopes I don't show up again. Given by the tone of his voice though it sounds like he might kill me if I was to show up again, which wont be happening anytime soon.

Once I make it to the bottom of the fire escape, I quickly make my way down the street, hoping to see if I can find anyone who speaks even just a little bit of English so that I can get to the hotel as fast as I could. I walk a few blocks and find myself in the downtown district and I catch a Newspaper box that showed that I was in fact in Berlin. Thank fucking god. Now I just need to find my way to the Hotel.

*****

Lindemann Hotel, Berlin

CHRIS: "Look I know, we missed soundcheck but I don't care. I'm staying right here in the Lobby until she walks through that door,"

"Chris, man come on we go on in like a half hour and we're not even at the fucking club yet - "

"I don't give a shit!" I cut Jason off. We had been arguing the entire trip to Berlin and he was really beginning to get on my last nerve.

"You're the one who's always so damn anal about making sure everything is perfect, but suddenly once Andi somehow goes missing - "

"She slipped Jason - " Matt defends.

"Whatever -" Jason snaps back.

"Hey guys, come on," Kim starts.

"No fuck that! We shouldn't have to wait around for your girlfriend to finally make an appearance,"

"Since when do actually have anything to contribute to any sort of conversation we're having?" I snark back at him. Jason just stares at me stunned at my remark and I add "Just fucking throw your headphones back on and ignore the whole thing like you usually do,"

"Fuck you Chris!" He says and pushes me which makes me stumble back just a little but I maintain my ground and grab his black T-shirt by the collar and pull him to me, his eyes burning into mine.

"Fuck me?! Fuck You!" I shout.

"Hey, Hey guys... c'mon break it up," Kim says as he gets between us and I let go of Jason's shirt when suddenly I see Andi walking up to the front doors of the hotel, completely soaked as it had started raining. She opens the door and sees the four of us grouped around the lounging couches.

"Holy Shit, Andi you made it," Matt says.

"Baby - ?" I exhale feeling my heart fly out of my chest at the sight of her. I immediately runover to her and wrap my arms around her though she seems a little stand offish with me.

"Can I have the room key?" She says without much emotion and I slowly let go of her as she holds out her hand. I quickly reach in my shorts pocket and pull out the hotel room key and hand it to her. She turns to move away from me but I catch her arm and turn her to face me again.

"Babe, what happened? What's wrong?" I ask furrowing my brow.

"You guys should head to the club, you're already late so... I'm fine I just need to shower and get changed and I'll meet you there," She says barely looking up at me.

"Andi - ?"

"Chris I'm fine, just head over and I'll meet you there," She says and without so much as a look at me, she pulls away and makes her way up the stairs to the hotel room. I turn back to the guys and they look just as confused as I am. I shrug and shake my head wondering why she wont let me at least apologize to her but I figure I'll just give her a bit of time.

"Let's go... she'll uh, just meet us there," I say as I head towards the lobby doors, Jason rolling his eyes at me with Matt, Ben and Kim all looking between each other, then shrugging and slowly following me out the hotel doors.

*****

ANDI: I arrive inside our room and toss the hotel key on the table beside the door. All I wanted was to take these god forsaken wet stolen clothes off me and jump into the shower as fast as I could. I didn't want to talk and I didn't want to feel. I just wanted to get on with the night and do my job like I was hired to do.

Once I peel the soaking wet clothes off of me, I grab a plastic bag that was stashed underneath the bathroom sink and stuff the clothes inside. Then I toss the bag of clothes towards the hotel room door and quickly turn on the shower. Once the water was hot enough, I step inside and let the water wash over me as I quickly clean myself up. After a few moments it was like I couldn't stop the flood of emotions that suddenly rattled my frame. As the suds from the soap swirl down the drain, I lean forward catching myself against the shower wall and start to cry.

I didn't intend on crying but it was like I couldn't help myself. Traveling back to see Andy really just shook me up. I am by no means over him at all but whatever happened between us has really fucked with me. I feel horrible, heartbroken and guilty that I did the very thing that I never wanted to do. I love Chris more than life itself and I just can't get passed this horrible pain that I just keep inside.

*****

Once I finish my shower, I gather myself together and calm myself down enough to change into just some ripped up jeans and my Black Sabbath band shirt with my Doc Marten. I fix my dark curls as they fall down around my shoulders and find my bag that Chris had brought up for me before the inevitable time slip on the bus. I reach in my bag and pull out a little prescription bottle.

Just after Andy's funeral, I had an appointment with my neurologist for a regular checkup that I normally have every 6 months or so. He basically asked me all the usual questions that he has asked me since I began seeing him- when my original doctor from when I was kid transferred all my files over when I moved to Seattle - He performed a few tests, nothing out of the ordinary and suggested that I try lorazepam.

Years ago I was put on a different drug for epileptic seizures but for some reason, it made my time slips worse. Lately my time slips have been becoming more frequent once again but I was reluctant to try lorazepam, thinking it wouldn't do anything or once again make it worse. Since I'm traveling, I didn't think that I would actually have a time slip episode at all but as we all know, I can never seem to predict if or when it will happen and since I've been so busy, I've hardly had time to sit down and relax and play like I usually would to help keep the time slips at bay. The pills had been sitting in my bag from the moment I picked them up from the pharmacy and a part of me is still so worried about taking them. I obviously don't want to have another time slip happen again so I guess this seems to be my last resort until I can figure out a way on my own.

"Ok... Andi, here goes nothing,"

Reading the label, I pour out one tablet into my hand and close the bottle up, putting it back into my bag. I walk back into the bathroom and turn the tap on, placing the pill on my tongue and scooping up some water with my hands to swallow. I then check myself in the mirror and dab a bit of the water from my chin, and then grab the hotel key and head out to meet the guys at the club.

*****

Messehalle Bar and Night club, Berlin

ANDI: ".... remember, I love you, love yoooouuuu!!!!" Chris screams as he drops down to his knees on stage, pouring himself out to the crowd with incredible emotion. He leans back practically laying down on stage while Kim continues to wail on his Gibson Firebird. I stand off to the side of the stage as a few members of the road crew catch me up on everything since my time slip. After a few moments, the band breaks into 'Beyond The Wheel' and Chris continues the emotion all the way through. It's so incredible how he can do that as I admire him from the side stage.

Towards the end of their set, Chris picks up the mic stand and begins to smash it against the stage floor, causing the crowd to go crazy and scream how much they love Soundgarden. A far cry from the crowd last night.

"Thank you!" Chris bellows into the mic and slams it down on the stage, making the loudest thump as Kim does his feedback outro. Chris flips his curls out of his face and heads towards me, glancing at me but not much else and then heads down the stage stairs. I close my eyes for a second knowing that we need to actually talk this out and I follow him as he walks out the backstage door. I stay pretty silent as I follow him back to the dressing room, Kim and Matt trailing behind me and Jason following even further behind.

"Chris?" I call after him but he says nothing and doesn't look back at me as his curls sway with each stride. I exhale and try to catch up to him, reaching for his hand once I do. He just gives me a look but doesn't pull away as I look back up at him apologetically. I lace my fingers through his and keep my gaze on him as we try and find the dressing room to the place.

"Yo, Chris I think it's this way," Kim calls down the opposite side of the hallway.

"Ok, I'll catch up in a minute," Chris calls back with his eyes still on me. We stop for a moment and he suddenly moves me back up against the concrete wall, leaning down and cupping my face in his palm, pressing those incredible soft lips to mine.

It caught me off guard for just a moment, but this is exactly what I wanted from him since the moment we even started arguing. Our kiss instantly becomes heated, full of hunger, his tongue swiping across my bottom lip. I reach up and lace my fingers through his curls as his hands move to my hips, pressing himself against me. I can feel his excitement through his shorts already as my tongue plays with his eagerly wanting to just have him fuck me right here against the concrete wall of the club.

His hands move up under my shirt, his fingers feeling rough as they skip across my skin. They find their way to my breasts and he begins to tease each nipple through my sheer lacy bra. I sigh against his lips as his thumbs continue to brush across my nipples sending chills all over my body.

"I'm sorry baby," He says against my lips.

"Shhhhh, it's ok, I don't care. I just want you," I say against his lips. He chuckles and lifts me up as I wrap my arms around his neck, still never breaking our kiss. I wrap my legs around his waist as he somehow carries me down the long hallway looking for a back room.

With us both beginning to laugh, he finally finds a back room, which looked more like a storage closet but I could really care less as he maneuvers the doorknob and carries me inside. He closes the door and sets me down, finding a long string and pulling it to light up the room in a dim warm yellow glow. I quickly reach for his belt as he bites his bottom lip and unbuckle it as quickly as I can, pulling down his shorts and boxers, seeing his excitement before me. Without taking my eyes away from his, I quickly unbuckle my belt and slip my jeans along with my panties over my hips and down to my knees. Chris lets out a pleasing grunt, almost cave man-ish and turns me around, pushing me up against the wall of the closet. I let out a surprised squeal and giggle, loving how suddenly he is becoming so aggressive.

"You want me baby?" he asks.

"Uh huh," I breathe.

"You want me to fuck you baby?" He says low and deep in my ear as he grips my hips with his hands and urges me to spread my legs apart. I move my hands to steady myself against the wall as I feel his hardness, the tip of him teasing just at my entrance.

"Yea, yes I want you to fuck me," I bite my lip and I feel him push himself inside me, sending unbelievable shivers all over my body.

"Holy shit, you are so wet already," He exhales moving slow with the first couple of thrusts and then begins to pick up his pace. His left hand holds my hip to steady me while his right hand moves to cover mine against the wall, lacing his fingers through.

"Oh fuck yes," He growls as I push myself back against him just a little. He then slides his hand from my hip, his fingers immediately make contact with my clit, using slow circular motions at first, then gradually faster making my muscles clench around him.

"Fuck, don't fucking stop," I tell him half panting, my temple pressed against the wall.

"Don't worry baby I'm not gonna stop until you cum for me," He growls in my ear in which just the sound of his voice, deep and raspy from singing completely sent me right over the edge. In that moment I release instantly, surprised that I was able to get there so damn quick and it wasn't long before Chris himself cried out in animalistic hunger, releasing everything inside me.

"Oh my god," I pant, my cheek still pressed against the wall, my eyes squeezed shut as I try to come down with out falling on the floor. He chuckles as he gracefully pulls out of me and I try to turn around and face him. He laughs as he helps me and places his hands on either side of my cheeks, brushing some dark matted curls from my forehead.

"If that's how you apologize all the time, I should get mad at you more often," I giggle and he laughs, touching his forehead to mine.

#fanfiction #time travel #Time After Time #chris cornell #chris cornell fanfiction #soundgarden #soundgarden fanfiction #grunge #grunge fanfiction #alternate universe #also on wattpad #also on ao3 #fantasy

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colleenmurphy · 5 years ago

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Snippets & Bobs: Changes

@writervega a blurb for you and Hel & Bobby. Because feelings. <3

There were many sides to his wife that David Sullivan, has become acquainted with over the far reaching span of their relationship. There was day to day Colly who would give anyone the shirt off of her back. There was drunk Colly, even more affectionate than normal and ready to dance a jig no matter where she found herself. He had seen her in every way shape and form over the course of their years together except like this. She was currently sprawled out in the middle of their living room floor with a cool damp cloth over her forehead and a basin just within reach in case she needed it. An open sleeve of saltines and a can of flat 7 Up sat on the coffee table as the overhead ceiling fan circled lazily. Sully was beginning to worry, he’s never seen someone throw up that much that forcefully in his entire life. Until now.

Do I ask her if she needs anything? Do I call 911? Do I call Helene since Eileen is out of town on that bingo trip? What the hell do I do?

A curtain of long dark hair flew up as his girl friend found the strength within herself to sit straight up, grab the basin and heave violently into it. It was like watching a car crash, he just couldn’t look away.

“Hey...uh...Colly. I..I’m uh gonna..”

A groan could be heard from the confines the bucket she clutched as she brought her head up to look at him. Normally sparkling green eyes were red rimmed and her long dark hair was haphazardly pulled up into a bun on the top of her head.

“I need you to do a favor for me, Sully. Please.”

Call Doctor Hastings? Drive you to the Emergency room? Go and pick your mother up from that god forsaken bingo parlor over on Shore ave? Anything, just name it and I’ll do it.

“I need you to pick up a test for me from Mercer’s drugstore. I can’t go like this I’ll never make it in once piece and I have a feeling that this isn’t food poisoning.”

The cogs in his mind ground to a dead halt. He was sure he was hearing either television static or the ocean in his own head. Had he heard her correctly?

Drug store. Test. Not food poisoning.

Anything except that.

“Oh don’t freak out on me now, Dave. Just go and get it and we’ll know. It shouldn’t even take five minutes. It’ll take longer to get there than anything else.”

“Can I phone a friend?”

“You can take the entire street and my mother with you if it helps. Just go and get the test, please.”

Two minutes, one bedraggled Bobby Shatford and a ten minute drive a town over and David Sullivan was still near flipping his lid.

“Remind me again just why you had to bring me with you?”

“Moral support, dude.”

“You woke me up from a perfectly good nap for this? Dude just pick up.”

“But which one?”

“I don’t know! Just go with whatever you think Col’d buy or somethin’.

Five more agonizing minutes pass and the wall of pastel pinks and blues overwhelms him. Somewhere over the next aisle he hears a fussy baby let out a wail that rivaled any air horn he’d ever heard. Plus signs and smiley faces and every conceivable ( he snorts at his own turn of phrase there ) all but overwhelm him. Before he knows what comes over him he’s snatched not one or two but six tests and yanks bobby up towards the check out counter. Fifty bucks lighter in the wallet and nearing critical breakdown point Sully sits behind the wheel of his car, his most prized possession next to the girl that captured his heart and his record collection and he fumbles for the keys. How the hell could he manage to fit a baby seat in the back of this car? This car, his bright orange beauty a work of true art is the ‘70 Plymouth that he lovingly restored and painted himself is not a family car. It’s a fun couples car. There was barely room anything in the backseat, well, there was that one time he and Colly had gotten creative parked up on the point overlooking Good Harbor beach but that was besides the point.

Probably how you got her in trouble in the first place, Sullivan.

That snide little voice of reason sniped from the back of his mind.

“But Squier was on the radio and we’d had like two drinks down at the Nest and my god she was wearing that shirt that hugged her in all the right places...the one with the leopard print...”

“Dude! What the fuck is goin’ through that head a yours? Just take me home!”

Sully actually forgot that Bobby was still sitting shotgun and staring at him like he’d grown another head.

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Yes! It’s bad enough you basically kidnap me I don’t need to know what happens in the backseat of your car, Jesus!”

“It was actually the front seat, Bobby.”

A look of total bewilderment and shock crossed his best friend’s face. For a split second he thought for sure Bobby might even cry. Nope, he simply let out a disgruntled squawk and clutched his hands to his chest. The visions his mind was conjuring were not pleasant ones that he wanted of the couple he considered very very dear friend, family even.

“Cripes Dave! Jesus!”

Sully fumbled for the keys once more before threw them at his best friend.

“For the first time in my life I’m going to allow someone else to drive my car. Bobby. You do it, I can’t. I feel like I’m gonna faint.”

“You feel like you’re going to faint? I’m sittin’ in the spot my godchild was probably conceived, Dave! Move over.”

A well placed shoved a fumble before the car roared to life and hey were parked out behind the Crow’s Nest preparing to go back to respective apartments down the street.

“It’ll be okay, man. Kids are what makes the world go around, right?”

“Then why don’t you and Hel have a gaggle by now?”

“We’re pacin’ ourselves.”

“So were we.”

“Well, obviously you missed a sharp turn back there, Sull.”

“You know you’re about as funny as a busted rubber, Shatford?”

“So I’ve been told. Good luck, man. Lemme know if. you want a good price on a minivan, alright?”

“Get out of my car, Robert.”

“Jeesh, looks like David can’t take a joke today. But seriously I’ve got a cousin out in Annisquam that can hook you up.”

“Out.”

“See ya later, bud.”

Grabbing the flimsy pharmacy bag Sully ducked out and sprinted for the door of the tiny apartment that he and Colly called home. He noticed that she had moved herself into a sitting position on the couch and was now surrounded by empty water bottles and looking like she was going to burst.

“Thank god you’re back!”

Tossing the bag into awaiting eager hands Sully started to pace.

“How...all I needed was one. What’d you do buy’em out?”

“Nope, went to Ipswich and they’ve got a bigger selection. Go. I’ll time you.”

An hour and six tests later he stood staring at the assortment of tests spread out on the bathroom counter.

“I can’t look. What do they say?”

“They’re all positive. A few very odd choices for positive results but all signs point to yes.”

A war whoop erupted from his wife as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for the tightest hug he’d ever had in his life.

The walls being as thin as they were they heard a yell from the direction of Helene and Bobby’s place.

“Sweet mother of Christ the world just ain’t ready for a baby Sullivan! Helene! You’re not gonna believe this!”

#Col & Sully #Hel & Bobby #Perfect Storm verse

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goat-yells-at-everything · 3 years ago

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SO.

I take birth control on a continuous basis (skip placebo week so I dont have a period) because I have excessive bleeding, pain, and hormonal swings. We think now that it may be due to endometriosis.

My insurance, however, doesn't just want to pay for my medicine, they need to pre approve it every year before they will renew the script for the year. For MOST people, this isn't an issue. The pharmacy sends info to the doctor so the doctor can send the info to the insurance so the insurance will pay for the pills.

Note: I am NOT involved in this process outside of telling the pharmacy I need to renew my pills.

But for some GOD FORSAKEN REASON every GOD DAMN YEAR the doctors office just cant grasp this concept! And every year we have this same god damn dance back and forth on the phone until I get so fucking fed up with their bullshit that I just go into the office and scream at someone until they get their shit together.

However, this year I am starting a new job and I'm in training until 430. So I asked my mom to call them today and they told her that it was MY job to get with the insurance people to get it pre approved which, again, IS NOT MY JOB. But then when I finally just called on my afternoon break (and was almost late getting back to work) she told ME she never said any such thing!

Except I remember thats EXACTLY why she tried to tell me LAST year so I know thats what she DID tell mom. But now shes telling me that I need to have the pharmacy send them the info they need. Which they already have. FUCKING TWICE.

Keep in mind, they have had over TWO WEEKS to get this sorted out and they've done fuck all. I swear this particular nurse has NO FUCKING CLUE what shes doing and just wings it then gets pissy at people when they take issue with her double speak and bullshit.

I'm so done with this office. I love my doc. Shes frigin AMAZING. Always happy to talk to me about anything. Shes open and honest about shit and she actually cares how I feel about things. But the office and her nurse are just downright incompetent!

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#*angry goat noises*#goat just yells

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chitarra10 · 7 years ago

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I was tagged by @penaltywaltz... well, sort of... I just stole it from her. X-)

Rules: tag 20 people

The Last:

1. Drink: Milk

2. Phone Call: My mom called me to tell me that my grandpa was coming home from the hospital today.

3. Text message: My friend in TX... I wanted to make sure he was gonna be OK since he’s in the path of Hurricane Harvey... he says he’s OK right now, thank God.

4. Song you listened to: “All the Wrong Things” by Branan Murphy ft. Koryn Hawthorne... it’s a beautiful song about admitting your faults and the sincere desire to change... give it a listen, I think you’ll love it. :-)

5. Time you cried: Yesterday... my boss ripped into me for telling him I was too sick to come into work, and he demanded I come in anyway, so I sucked it up and went to work, and it was a living hell of pain and nausea, then I stopped at my mother’s house because she picked up my prescription refills from the pharmacy for me, and I was greeted by my sister ripping into me because for some God-forsaken reason, she decided that my mother should come home from work and clean the house instead of visiting her own father in the hospital, and she decided that I’m selfish and narcissistic and that I don’t care about anyone else but myself for not stopping my mother from going. I just took the prescriptions, left the house, and broke down when I got back into my car. And I ended up missing work today because I’m still sick AND depressed out of my mind today. Way to lead up to my next mission trip in 3 weeks, eh?

Have You:

6. Dated someone twice: No

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Yes

8. Been cheated on: Yes

9. Lost someone special: Yes

10. Been depressed: In the long list of diagnoses I have going on right now, depression and anxiety are among them.

11: Gotten drunk and thrown up: No... I don’t drink.

List 3 Favorite Colors:

12. Sapphire Blue

13. That teal color that you can’t quite tell if it’s blue or green

14: That indigo color that you can’t quite tell if it’s blue or purple

In the last year, have you…

15. Made new friends: Yes

16. Fallen out of love: Was never in love

17. Laughed until you cried: Yes

18. Found out someone was talking about you: Yes... one of my co-workers has been reporting every single thing I say to my boss behind my back, including the fact that I’m currently in the process of getting a concealed carry permit, which lead to a loud shouting match between me and the boss.

19. Met someone who changed you: Yes

20. Found out who your friends are: Yes

21. Kissed someone on your FB list: Sort of... Rocco isn’t technically on my FB list, but I have an entire album dedicated to pictures of him because he’s my little “fur-nephew” and I love him so much, and I kissed him on his little Beagle head when I saw him yesterday. :-)

GENERAL:

22. How many Facebook friends do you know in real life: Probably about 85%.

23. Do you have any pets: I have a “fur-nephew,” Rocco, does he count? :-)

24. Do you want to change your name: Sometimes I’d like to... I’m not exactly keen on being named after my abusive father.

25. What did you do for your last birthday: I had to work, and then I went to a local coffee house afterwards with my friend from church, and she gave me a Sherlock Holmes book for a birthday present. :-)

26. What time did you wake up: I got up at 11 because I was supposed to be at work at 12:30, but I was way too sick to do it, and I ended up spending the next 5 hours sitting on the floor in the bathroom with my phone and tablet in case anyone tried to contact me. No one did, of course.

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: The same thing I’m doing right now... Tumblring with the TV live streaming in the background.

28. Name something you can’t wait for: My next mission is happening in 3 weeks, and I can hardly believe it’s that close already!! :-D

29. When was the last time you saw your Mom: Actually saw her? Two days ago. But I’ve talked to her on the phone multiple times since.

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: My health first and foremost, and a close second is my financial situation.

31. What are you listening to right now: “Salvation” by Skillet... it’s the Eurus and Sherlock song, seriously, check it out, it’s the perfect theme song for The Final Problem.

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: My grandpa goes by Tom because his middle name is Thomas, I work with a sales guy named Tom, and I know two Tom’s from church.

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: My current situation in general. The stress is just piling on again when I’m trying to get packed and ready for my mission, and I need it to stop so I can concentrate on this.

34. Most visited website: Probably a tie between Tumblr and Facebook.

35. Mole/s: I have freckles of various shades of brown all over my paper-white skin, but only one on my left forearm is slightly raised like a mole.

36. Mark/s: My entire body is full of scars from the acne I had when I was a teenager, multiple cysts I had removed, and a significant amount of self harm in the form of stabbing my arms with sharp objects when I was in my late teens and early 20′s.

37. Childhood dream: I wanted to be a professional ballet dancer and an actress.

38. Hair color: The same as Benedict Cumberbatch’s natural hair color.

39. Long or short hair: A pixie cut that was supposed to look like Jennifer Lawerence’s, but because my hair turned curly once it got cut short, it actually looks like a cross between Daniel Jackson and Sherlock having a bad hair day. X-)

40. Do you have a crush on someone?: A fictional someone... X-)

41. What do you like about yourself: I dunno... the older I get, the more I feel like my greatest talent is the ability to take levels of abuse that other people could never handle.

42. Piercings: 3 in each earlobe and one 90′s cartilage pierce in my right ear.

43. Blood type: O+... as most people of Western European heritage are. X-)

44: Nicknames: Up until I was 30, everyone used to call me this particular word that used to make me blazingly, furiously angry, and I never understood why it did, but the angrier I got, the more people would say it because they thought it was funny to make me cry. Then when I was 30, my sister started questioning me as to why I got so infuriated at the sound of that word, so I started researching a few linguistic things online, trying to see if this word was truly made up as they claimed or if there was actually something to it. I managed to find the linguistic roots of the word, and it turns out it was actually an Albanian-influenced Italian curse meaning, “The Devil’s Ass,” with “ass” being in the context of a slave or a work donkey. Basically, they were cursing me to be a slave to the devil every time they called me that. Needless to say, I proceeded to angrily confront my family with the evidence I found, and told them that if any of them ever uttered that word to me, about me, or in any way, shape, or form of connection to me, that it would be the last time they ever see me for the rest of their lives. No one’s ever used a nickname for me ever again. And after that, they dang well better not.

45. Relationship status: Single... have been for 13 years, and honestly, I stopped looking for a relationship a looooong time ago.

46. Zodiac: Ophiuchus

47. Pronouns: She/Her

48. Favorite TV show(s): Stargate SG-1, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Star Trek in all it’s incarnations, Psych, and Saving Hope. I might be forgetting a couple, but those are the top of the list.

49. Tattoos: None yet, but I think I’m gonna get one for my 40th birthday in 2019... I wanna get an American eagle with it’s wing around a Central American quetzal to represent how much I love Central America and doing missions work there, and underneath them, “Mark 16:15-16,” which is what’s known as “The Great Commission” from the Bible.

50. Right or left hand: Right

51. Surgery: I had all the baby teeth and 4 permanent teeth removed from my mouth when I was 11, and I had 2 pilar cysts (so far) removed from my head... but there are 3 more cysts forming on my head, and they’re gonna get removed if/when they get big enough. Dermatologist said I’m gonna have to deal with the cyst problem for the rest of my life.

52. Hair dyed a different color: Never permanently, but I have done temporary dark brown and eggplant purple a few times.

53. Sports: Never was a sports fan... the only sports I actually like to watch is the Olympics and American Ninja Warrior, if that counts. X-)

54. Vacation: The last thing that could actually be described as a vacation was when my friend took me with her to NYC for 5 days because she was eager to cross it off her bucket list. Before that, it was in 2001, my mother, my sister, and I took a road trip to 2 states that were an 18-21 hour drive away just for two particular food festivals, and before that, my grandmother took my sister and me to Italy after I graduated high school in the summer of 1998. Every other place I’ve been to has been for mission work... missions are no vacation, they’re hard work, but they’re the most worth-it thing you’ll ever do in your life. :-)

55. Shoes: I have Sketchers work-shoes, a few pairs of canvas shoes, a few pairs of ballet flats, and 2 pairs of heels that I haven’t worn in over 5 years. But all the shoes that lace up, I laced them with either black or white elastic, so now all my shoes are slip-ons. :-)

56. Eating: I ate a bowl of vanilla yogurt with some chocolate BelVita biscuits about an hour ago.

57. Drinking: Nothing... I had a glass of milk earlier.

58. I’m about to: Back to Panama for my 9th mission in about 3 weeks... this has been the most disorganized and closely cut mission I’ve ever done, but the money came in, so now it’s actually happening!!

59. Waiting for: September 16th because that’s when we’re leaving for Panama... :-)

60. Want: My health back, and my finances in order.

61. Get married: If it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t, that’s fine, too. Either way, I’ll be perfectly OK.

62. Career: I’d love to be able to do this missions thing for a living, but the financial support isn’t there right now. I hope someday (soon!!) that it will be.

WHICH IS BETTER:

63. Hugs or kisses: Hugs

64. Lips or eyes: They’re both pretty essential for a functioning face, but I’d say eyes serve a more necessary function.

65. Shorter or taller: I’d like to be a couple of inches taller, maybe I might be if the scoliosis in my spine can ever be straightened out.

66. Older or younger: Physically I’d like to be younger, but intellectually, I’d like to be older and wiser.

67. Nice arms or nice stomach: My stomach has never been nice, even when I was at my skinniest, and I’ve always been OK with my arms, so I’d say I’d rather have my stomach be nicer looking.

68. Sensitive or loud: These aren’t mutually exclusive, so I think each has their place in the appropriate situations.

69. Hook up or relationship: Relationship. I don’t go for that momentary fun and then dump them off bull crap.

70. Troublemaker or hesitant: Actually... once again, not mutually exclusive, but... neither of these are characteristics I’m OK with.

HAVE YOU EVER:

71. Kissed a stranger: Not by choice.

72. Drank hard liquor: No

73. Lost glasses/contact lenses: An unfortunate number of times in my life.

74. Turned someone down: Yes

75. Sex on first date: Never

76. Broken someone’s heart: Once... but if he truly did love me and want to marry me, then he should’ve learned sooner that I wouldn’t stand for taking a backseat to his BFF for the rest of my life.

77. Had your heart broken: Yes

78. Been arrested: No

79. Cried when someone died: Yes

80. Fallen for a friend: Yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

81. Yourself: There is, in fact, empirical evidence that I exist, despite so many people’s opinions to the contrary.

82. Miracles: Yes

83. Love at first sight: No... you can’t possibly learn what you need to know about a person in order to make the choice to love them from just one look.

84. Santa Claus: Every parental figure is a Santa Claus. :-)

85. Kiss on the first date: Not anymore. He’s gonna have to earn that.

OTHER:

86. Current best friend: I’m actually not sure. I hate to call someone a best friend who doesn’t think of me the same way, and I don’t believe that anyone thinks of me that way at the current moment.

87. Eye color: The same as Benedict Cumberbatch

88. Favorite movie: Probably a 3-way tie between Star Trek Into Darkness, Star Trek Beyond, and The Force Awakens.

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