Stress

Long time, no post. Okay, these next few days are going to be kind of stressful for me. Holly Ball (the sadies hawkins dance I was talking about (cuz I don't remember if I called it Holly Ball)) is Saturday. And I have a "date." I say "date" cuz we're just going as friends. My dress is going to be done Tuesday, and I was supposed to get my hair, nails, and tan done today. Well, I tried to do them in that order, and exfoliated before I left. "No lotion," was one of the rules for a spray tan. Well, I got a pedicure. I have lotion up to my knees. Needless to say, I didn't get a tan today. And I won't get one until Wednesday at the earliest. All I can say is it had better not turn me orange.
My friend recently warned my date (at a football game, while I was standing there) not to get mono from me during Holly Ball. To which I responded, with a face-palm, "We're just going as friends." She then freaked out and said, "NO NO That's NOT what I meant! Jeeze, what were you thinking of? It travels through the blood stream, you know!" I rolled my eyes and asked her, "Okay, and how would he get it then?" "Well," she began, slowly, "you two are dancing... and you have a cut... and he has a cut." I don't think she was thinking of Mono... which is an airborne disease. HIV, on the other hand, DOES travel through the bloodstream...
Two weeks later, I have a bruise on my arm... I got tested for Mono. Thank goodness the test was negative. Unfortunately, it took three needles, two nurses, and me going more pasty pale white than Jasper Hale. The first nurse found my vein fine, stuck the needle in and was pulling out blood, then accidently got a BUNCH of air in. She lost my vein. She went to my other arm, couldn't find the vein, and went back to my other arm. She stuck a needle in the first arm again and proceeded to wiggle it around. She called "Ashely" in and that's about when I must have started going pale. I didn't feel it until they pointed it out, when I started feeling queasy. They had me moved to where I could lay down and Ashley stuck the needle in my other arm and pulled the blood out easily. I like Ashley a LOT more than the first nurse.
Now, I'm hoping that my friend doesn't say anything at Holly Ball. Cuz if she does, I might have to break down a little bit. We're going to Freddy's Frozen Custard and Steakburgers with a bunch of my friends, then to a nearby park to get some group pictures. My mom's a professional photographer. My friend who planned this all doesn't know my mom is the one taking pictures yet. My "date" doesn't know we're getting pictures with all my friends. Tomorrow should go well.

My posts will prolly come more now.