It is my 29th birthday today.
Last night I had a fun dinner planned with an attractive male companion.
Which is, you know, the perfect time for hemoptysis.
My night was ruined.
Later, getting ready for bed (alone, duh).
Today, on my way to rehearsal for a perfect
Oh wonderful play with a wonderful team of wonderfuls
Girgle Girgle Flood Spit Flood Spit Flood Flood Spiiiiit.
(Flashforward 12 hours)
To bed, in the ER, still waiting for a bed.
My Birthday Totally Blows.
(So just in case that wasn't clear, I had a lot of hemoptysis two times this morning, after 2 lesser times last night, and with my history decided to come on in. Now, waiting for a bed, started some IVs, tomorrow starting some hormones and getting my PORT put in. So keep those "your boobs'll be fine" comments coming. And I'll miss the rest of the play I'm directing with at least 2 new fabulous colleagues which was a wonderful opportunity to me that is now ruined, and and and I have to cancel a party on Saturday. And, it's my birthday. Have I said that already? So yes, I'm a brat right now. I'm going to bed now. So there.)