drug out of bed.. YET AGAIN.

i answered another call while i was in bed which was from my medical transportation company asking to see if i was going to my physical therapy appointment at gillette this morning at 9:15. i wasn't even dressed, i was still in my pajamas and under my blankets. so they asked me if i was still going to my appointment, i say, "what?" because i just woke up and they tell me i have a physical therapy appointment at gillette at 9:15, so i have a pca help me drag my ass outta bed earlier than expected once again because i figure that if it's an appointment at gillette, it must be important and i don't think that i have that many physical therapy appointments scheduled for my neck.
you know what's also fucking annoying? having these little kids "checking up" on your every move by reading your weblog because they're nosey and they can't figure out that there's better things they should be doing with their time like GETTING THEIR GED instead of reading their sister's mindless ramblings. i'm not a little kid, i don't need to be "checked up" on. i just sighed after i got finished typing all of that out because that's exactly what it deserved.