This is an awkward morning for me. I woke up, slightly hung over, and I've literally drank a gallon of water, I've eaten an apple and banana, and right now I'm planning on another banana and, hopefully another gallon of water.
After that, I plan on following it with a nice little glass of Dr. Pepper.... with a bit of rum in it. Hey, I have a free day ahead of me! No criticism allowed.
I've never been one to care too much about what I put in my body, but that was put.... let's say, somewhat, to make it sound a little better. This diary isn't about diet, but health. They're intertwined, I know, but my experience with health really has nothing to do with diet.
Roughly a month ago, I was just sitting on my bed watching (500) Days of Summer (I think the parenthesis is actually in the title) drinking some lovely juice of some sort. Family tensions were high... I'm 23 (just turned), and unfortunately still living with the parents. I have recently become more cemented in my atheism, which, I think, completely changes when you really grasp the arguments and even your perspective of it changes. I had recently had some clashes with my mother, basically saying that her literal and unfounded interpretations of the Bible made no sense. I told my niece that Noah's flood wasn't meant to be taken as true and literal, since there was zero geological evidence of it, and it would be plentiful if it were true. I didn't think that was too much to handle for a 9 year old - a story being a story, and both my sister (my niece's mother) and mother blew up on me, and it wound up being roughly two weeks of just agnoy, primarily from a Christian fundamentalist Republican who somehow sees the Bible, even the Old Testmant as literally true, yet who saw homosexuality as just fine.
She's still very much a teabagger, despite her stance on homosexuality, a somewhat sensible view on abortion. My mother is also what I call a "socialismist," which is someone who labels anything they disagree with socialism (she somehow also called the fairness doctrine socialism, clearly she's logical.)
We had always debated different things. Around the climax of the two weeks in late November and early December, I asked her what her thoughts were on evolution, on the Big Bang, and she merely said "I don't know" and aggressively forced me away from discussing it with her. I was angry with here blaming Proposition 8 passing on Obama, I was angry with her denial that the Bible does, indeed, condone horrible things, and her lack of an open mind in even trying to see they were written by ancients, intelligent as some may have been. There were many clashes, they weren't all political, nor religious, and I can only recall so much of them.
I download torrents. That's where I got (500) Days of Summer, which - if you're curious - was a very good, enjoyable, yet pretentious film. I paused it roughly halfway in, and I [believe] had a swig of my juice next to my bed, and proceeded to make my way downstairs.
All I remember after that was coming to in an ambulance with a stranger. I was very confused. I felt fine, yet was somehow concerned that someone had seen me without a shirt (okay, I'm self-conscious) to have changed me into a hospital gown. I was there informed that I had had a seizure, and slightly annoyed that I couldn't just walk back inside my house and finish watching my movie... and my juice - OH do I love juice.
I was definitely unhappy having to ride an ambulance to the hospital where many tests were made on me over many hours. I was definitely unhappy that my mother was there, and the Daily Show came on and she asked me what on Earth was funny about it (I mostly like the correspondents, mostly the older ones, and my favorite is Samantha Bee.) No results came back indicating anything, and I thankfully didn't have any brain damage. I was there for about 4.5 hours, for about 3 tests which - by what the doctors said - should not have taken anywhere near that long. Then I left, shivering - only me, none of my family, with no indication as to way. I'm almost certain I know why. Stress. From home. I finally made my way home, somewhat forgetting exactly what I was doing beforehand, and having serious deja vu because of everything I saw, it was almost astounding. I did finally finish (500) Days of Summer, too, though I didn't finish that juice.
Since then, everyone has been nice to me. Since then, I've been been getting calls saying "OMG ARE YOU OKAY?!" over and over and visitors "just stopping by" to see how I am.... and it has thoroughly been annoying, especially since we had our annual Christmas Eve event here. I got atleast a dozen knocks on my door because I knew what to expect, and was tempted to just scream "I'M AN ATHEIST, I DON'T WANT YOUR BLOODY ATTENTION! JESUS MIGHT NOT HAVE EVEN EXISTED AND CHRISTMAS IS REALLY A PAGAN HOLIDAY!" Yeah, I do use 'bloody' here and there, even though I'm an American.
Still, though, the sympathy of others has warn off. Somewhat thankful for that, though I do miss the praising and doing favors for me.
Roughly a week ago, however, I, an uninsured, unemployed 23 year old received a $15,500 bill in the mail. It's funny, my very Republican mother told me that the government might pay for it in its entirety. I wish I could find it funny that she didn't see the irony.
I apologize if the grammar or punctuation or anything is appalling, I am not a very gifted writer, thank I thank you for taking the time to read this.