sick and bloody

so i left work around 10, and took a bus to the city officer. i'd forgotten the simple rule that whether you're sick or not when you arrive, you're definitely ill by the time to leave.

i sat there, eyes half-closed, just letting my mind bubble quietly. aside from impatience (it only took an hour to see the medic), i was just sitting bemusedly - and being slightly embarrassed about being the only soldier who'd polished his boots and was wearing a clean uniform.

at some point, a mosquito landed on my hand. demonstrating spectacularly bad timing, i let it get away. which annoyed me. i waited patiently, tracking it with half-closed eyes, and struck almost subsconsciously... i caught it and slammed my hand down on my pants. it's automatic, i swear. the girl next to me burst out laughing when she saw the bloodstain, and i turned around and asked for a tissue :S

sucks when you miss 'em. sucks when you don't.

the medic who saw me didn't understand that i have low blood pressure usually - so it mine was actually relatively high. she sent me off to the doctor anyway, who told me to come back in the morning.

i walked home slowly, chatted with my mom for a bit, got lectured on taking care of myself. i got home, showered, and crashed.

because i didn't get permission to go back in the morning (and you have to have signed authorization), i went straight to base. the kid and i figured out some useful things, mini-me appears to be progressing, and there's a really amusing little battle taking place between myself and songbird. i seem to be winning ;)

just after 12, i took the bus home. there were two aged fools who got on the bus, and refused to sit down (plenty of seats available). it didn't matter that they were being flung this way and that, the bus driver being a complete maniac (almost squished a little old lady with the doors, too). they really weren't handling, and the entire ride they just got in everyone's way. i don't get it.