40 oz. to freedom
well tonight i was supposed to be drinking some 40s with my boyfriend, gabriel, and his new girlfriend. but unfortunatley i cannot. why? because i have an infection that spead to my kidneys. so therefore it's been causing me extremely bad back pains, chills, high fever, a MASSIVE headache, and vomitting.
all these symptoms have been going on for three and a half days now, minus the vomitting, which has been happening since 3:30 this morning. why did this have to happen THIS week. the week of make-ups for my ap class? i wouldn't mind missing 3 days of school any other week, but not this week. ugh. this morning i had a fever of 103, isn't that lovely? it hasn't been under a hundred since tuesday afternoon.
today around 2:30 in the a.m. i woke up sweating my ass off and since my shirt was drenched in sweat i took it off and laid there under the covers. then i got super cold. i was shaking uncontrollably. i put a shirt back on and took a drink of my gatorade. then i feel something in my stomache, and then i throw up all my gatorade, on my fuckin floor. i just laid there, then i ran into the bathroom and continued to throw up, i threw up the worst thing, stomache acid. i hate that. then i walk into my parents room, on the verge of tears, and i told them that i threw up. my mom cleaned up my flooor and my dad decided to be a dad and tried to get me warm, i had like 4 huge covers, a big sweater, and my little little sister, a.k.a. the heater, on me, and yet i was still shaking. then i ran back to the bathroom and puked. so he put a trash can by the side of the bed that i made use of.
later on in the day my mom decides to leave, like she did all the other days, leaving me all woozy to go buy her fuckin LITTLE CHRISTMAS HOUSE THINGIES. she is obsessed with christmas and it pisses me off. you do not need to buy little cottages that go on top of the tv to make it look pretty, they come out once a year and every year you insist on buying more. they are worthless and a waste of fuckin money that you are supposed to give me (instead of presents they're giving me $500, but i still get presents from my sisters and my grandparents.)
in order to get rid of my infection i have to take thesee pill thingies, which you must take with food. right now i can't stand the sight or smell of any food. i took anti nausea medicine and then twenty minutes later i looked at an unpeeled orange and i threw up my anti nausea medicine. who the fuck does that? oh and dry heaving is a bitch
today on the way back from the chiropractor i was shaking and in traffic and then my mom goes "i'm hungry, let's stop and get a couple of pizzas" and i told her that if we do i'm gonna throw up. and what does she tell me? well then throw up. fine you fat bitch, eat your fuckin greasy ass pizza, and you wonder why you're fat.
ugh, over the weekend i have 8 hours of softball practice, i'm either going to a) puke on the field b) die on the field or c) puke and then die on the field.