chemical burn (hisssssss)

so, my arm is fucked. and it's fucked. and very fucked.
and i'm freaked out. the doctor decided it would be a great idea to tell me i could die very quickly and easily, and then go on to explain how. now i'm checking my arm every 2 seconds. but apparently i SHOULD be fine. she drew a line around the swelling, and if it goes past the line, i have to go immediately to the emergency room. how fun.

i had breakfast with my parents (and lindsay) today. they're a funny bunch. my dad is the total cop stereotype. the cigars,sunglasses,the muscles, and the cop mustache. and the tough attitude.
my mom is the florence henderson type. proper and well spoken and shit. lindsay described her as the 'perfect betty crocker.' it's funny because when you get her a little bit drunk, the newfie in her definetly escapes. i remember one time, coming home to a party my parents were having, my mom sitting in front of the open fridge with her mouth under the nozzle of a box of wine. then doing shots of screech. then twisting her ankle teaching drunken gymnastics on our front lawn. what a peach.

i like having a friend around when i eat with my parents. keeps me from being an idiot and keeps them from telling me that