Look, Lydia. It's your own fault. After 27 years you should know not to question Dad when he's doing one of his rants. It's like taking a bone out of a dog's mouth. Unless that dog is Libby, then she'll just look at you pathetically and develop another phobia.
On a completely different note, why do schools even have health centers? I had an allergic reaction to...something in my room and I went to the health center to help determine what it was. After informing me they didn't do walk-ins, because, you know, a school health center doing walk-ins would be insaaaane, the receptionist told me there was an opening in the middle of the only class I like. So I went there and after two seconds the nurse went 'It's fleas' and I said 'But they don't itch.' 'It's fleas' 'Why would fleas just bite one arm?' 'It's fleas' 'But. We don't HAVE fleas. The cats don't have fleas. We'd...see fleas. When they had fleas, we saw fleas.' 'It's fleas. Here's some Zyrtec.'
So I went home.
And then I went back to the health center because I left my notebook.
And then I went back home. And looked at the tree outside my window and went 'Hm,' and took a leaf and rubbed it on my arm. And, there you go, instant irritation.
I'm really glad the health center is there to be wrong so I can diagnose myself.
Stupid health center.
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It's really impossible for me to not ask why the tree was the first thing you thought of. Most people are allergic to molds and spores and such. But you? Are allergic to trees. And somehow this is the first thing that popped into your head.
Also, what are you meant to do at this point, chop down the tree?
Somewhere, sitting quietly inside a tree trunk in a smog-filled land, the Lorax is weeping. And he HATES you.
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