So there's been a couple of really crappy things that have happened to me in a very short period of time.  Yesterday my Great Aunt Margaret died suddenly (very sad).  My Grandfather is in the ICU after having a kidney removed, the surgery went well, but he decided to go for a walk while sedated, fell and was on a respirator for a while (totally sucks).  My physical therapist informed me there's nothing more she can do for me (a little worrying).  I find out my sister, whom with I share a bathroom, has been using my towel for months (gross and upsetting).  I missed a dose of my pain medication the other night and woke up with a useless left arm and a headache, only to find out we had guests (I was very grumpy).  My dad is still working for Siemens but no longer in Saudi Arabia, meaning he now feels he can spend his free time trying to micromanage my life again, (frustrating).

The strangest thing is, I'm not depressed about all this.  Sure I know I have a delayed reaction to death, so I expect in a couple of days the passing of my Aunt will really hit me.  Other than that I really feel very stress free.  It's very strange for me.  Usually I have something happen, I freak out, and the world collapses around me.  Not so much.  And the thing, out of everything that upset me, that bugs me the most is the fact my sister has been using my towel.  I mean, how the hell does one not realize which towel is yours?

There have been some good things happening too.  I am extremely pleased with how a Supernatural fanfic is turning out.  It's finished, just in the beta stage.  I've gotten a TON of sleep in the past couple of days, which I am now ruining by staying up late.  And my sister's ferret and I have been having some really intense bonding moments.  Maybe that's the key to not being stressed, play with a neurotic ferret at least once a day.

So while posting on the message boards at theforce.net, there was a thread that made me stop and think.  This particular thread related to phobias people had, and I had a moment of flashback to when I was younger and used to have nightmares about stuff growing off my skin.  It's not so much the growing stuff that freaks me out, but the patterns and roots that developed.  (My skin is getting all crawly just typing about it)  Anyways I looked it up and it's called trypophobia, the fear of holes. Now that sounds silly, who the hell is afraid of holes?  But these are pretty specific to naturally occuring holes, like in people's skin, the holes in swiss cheese etc... just google trypophobia and you'll see an example of what makes me want to claw my skin off when I see a picture of it.  (I'll not post a picture here, as I seriously will just freak out everytime I look at my journal)

On another note, looks like I might have Lyme disease.  Hence the achey joints and stuff.  We'll see how this turns out.