Ow.

Wow, so I shouldn't watch House alone. Maybe that's the answer to this whole thing. I don't have M.S., my parents just aren't my real parents and I have some leftover rare baby disease. Boy howdy am I running if they try to stick a damn needle in my pupil. But now I'm wise to that whole roof scheme. I'm running out the damn front door with my tuchus exposed, gown flapping in the wind.

I got a mysterious phone call from Health Services today, so hopefully that's nothing big. Stupid needle wielding jerks.