Ring around the roses

I thought I was feeling better... apparently my body went for a surprise attack this time. I haven't had a dizzy spell in ages, but hey, my body knows how I just luuuve surprises. (Could somebody grab a mop for all this sarcasm dripping on the floor?) Anyhoo, just the surprise of the dizzy spell was enough to floor me, as if the careening puka around me wasn't enough. I can't tell if my sudden rise in temperature is a result from the mortification that this is happening to me at work or if it is a joint conspirator in the dizzy spell. Either way, a ziplock baggie of ice is working on both.

Seriously, communication should not be so difficult. Aaron was right, of course, that I shouldn't keep pushing for the truth, but really, that's all I ever wanted. I accept the consequences of my pushing, how it was perceived, all of that... I never wanted a specific answer, just an answer. It is poignant irony that the very essence of a conversation with Aaron last night - freedom, jealously, possession of the heart - were brought to me again. But now, the very things that I had debated for the night before were reversed; I am perceived to espouse the very ideals I stood against the night before. This is what my push for answers has gotten me; this is what a lack of clear communication has gotten me. What a screwed up misunderstanding that should never had occurred. Seriously, what a waste.

I want to stick my head in a bucket of ice. Why do I keep Advil around if I always refuse to take any medication? Meanwhile, my make-shift ice bucket sitting on my head is a nice little fez, I think.