Today was not a fun or pleasant day.

It began with me having another scary shower episode. Before my tumor, 90% of the showers I took would end with me either fainting or needing to hustle out of the tub to lay on the floor to prevent fainting. Let me be clear: it sucked massive balls. Totally f-ing scary. I've had a few little spells since my surgery where if the water is too hot or if I got out of bed too fast that I'll get a bit light-headed. But today, it got to the point where I had to get out of the shower or I knew that shit would hit the fan. Anyway-- whatever. I feel fine now, and chances are I'm getting a cold or something. I'm chalking it up to a one-off thing. I'll be damned if this business becomes a pattern again.

The other wonderful thing that took place was that after hours on the phone and days getting shit in line, I discovered that I am NOT in fact going back to school yet. I have to wait until the next semester begins to get some more Is dotted and Ts crossed. And, moving on.

I drank my tea, had some Indian food, and texted about Detroit strippers with my friend, Jay. So, I guess the day could've been worse.