So. I'm the kinda person who hates being the center of attention, and loves routine. This weekend just gone was an absolute nightmare. I mean, I've literally had a nightmare about it. My absolute worst fears (hospitals, being flooded with homework, strangers touching me, lots of people being concerned with my wellbeing) have come true all at once. On Thursday I went to the doctor, Friday I had an MRA, then Friday night the stupid doctor panicked and my parents rushed me to hospital. I ended up staying overnight because they thought my brains blood vessels were swelling? I got a freaking spinal tap and had an IV and everything. It was horrible. Even typing this is making my head spin. The hospital recommended another MRA and a follow up with specialists, but for reasons I won't go into, my parents decided to cut ties with doctors about the issue. I'm doing fine now, minimal headaches (the reason I went to the doctor) and all that. I'm dizzy from the medication (amitriptyline), but it works so whatever. The thing is, people won't leave me alone about it. Hospital was so traumatic and everytime someone calls or texts or pulls me aside to ask how I'm doing (it was a big deal, everyone on FB and in my school was praying //sigh) I feel like I'm reliving the trauma and I just want to yell at them to leave me alone. Just treat me like you've always treated me, geez. And because I missed a whole week of school, I now have a crapton of physics to catch up on, and math tests that I don't have time for. If that isn't enough, I had the freaking PSAT yesterday and got nothing done besides that. And the icing on the cake: all the animals have gone mad. Seriously, five or so days of other people taking care of the dogs and rats (theyre the only problematic ones right now) and you'd think I'd been gone a year. The dogs are infested with fleas! Like wtf?! I had to brush them all down, dust them, medicate them, and clean their beds on time I DONT HAVE! And the rats have apparently lost their marbles. Seemingly overnight they discovered how to pull up the fleece, so every time I go to their cage Ezio and Navi are stuck under the fleece and I have to unclip the whole thing to get them out and scold them. Bigby apparently forgot how to use a litter box, and Midna nipped me for no reason last night, like she forgot I was alpha rat or something. Holy crap. I'm so overwhelmed. I also have family from Australia over who aren't helping. My 3 year old cousin is here with my aunt. Oh my goodness. My aunt doesn't believe in discipline, not even when the little demon is screaming at the top of her lungs for her iPad (WHY DOES A THREE YEAR OLD OWN AN IPAD) or sitting on my poor 6 year old brother (she's a fat little brat). I swear, if that was me, my mom wouldn't whacked my a** so hard. I'm just so done. I'm trying to hold out until Monday (when all my homework is due) and I'm telling myself everything will be back to normal then. I just want people to stop asking how I am, and I want to be caught up in my school (straight A student, and I don't want to lose that), and I want my relatives to be gone and the animals to behave. My poor 7 year old dog has the worst of the fleas, and I feel horrible leaving him in the garage (he's my best friend, I know that sounds weird but idgaf right now), and his athritis is playing up. Ugh. Stupid phone doesn't leave page breaks. I can't be bothered to read over this for typos. I don't normally rant, but my anxiety is through the roof (I work myself up to the point of throwing up sometimes) and I just needed to share all this with people who don't know me. There. Done. I need chocolate or something.