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I haven't felt like updating lately, and honestly, I still don't. So here's the quick version.
Wayne and I went to Atlantic City on Wednesday, and stayed over until Thursday afternoon, even though Wednesday morning was insanely horrible (I found out that I have another urinary tract infection). Had a great time, even though Wayne and I both lost money at the roulette tables. Visited Ripley's Believe it or Not museum too. Weird shit in there, but cool.
Dad went back into the hospital while I was driving back up from AC on Thursday for some procedure that I still don't understand. I dropped Wayne off at his house, then drove directly over to the doctor so he could prescribe me something for the UTI, then drove straight to Holy Name Hospital to see if Dad was still there. He was in the operating room when I got there, so I sat for almost two hours in the waiting room, then finally was allowed up to Dad's room to see him. I stayed for an hour, made sure he was as okay as he could be, then I left and finally got home around 10:30 pm.
I'm exhausted.
Oh, if anyone wants to keep me company at work on Sunday night, Hooters is doing their March Bikini contest (no, I am NOT in it.. fucking John talked me into working), and I might need some friends there to keep me from pulling my hair out.
Wayne and I went to Atlantic City on Wednesday, and stayed over until Thursday afternoon, even though Wednesday morning was insanely horrible (I found out that I have another urinary tract infection). Had a great time, even though Wayne and I both lost money at the roulette tables. Visited Ripley's Believe it or Not museum too. Weird shit in there, but cool.
Dad went back into the hospital while I was driving back up from AC on Thursday for some procedure that I still don't understand. I dropped Wayne off at his house, then drove directly over to the doctor so he could prescribe me something for the UTI, then drove straight to Holy Name Hospital to see if Dad was still there. He was in the operating room when I got there, so I sat for almost two hours in the waiting room, then finally was allowed up to Dad's room to see him. I stayed for an hour, made sure he was as okay as he could be, then I left and finally got home around 10:30 pm.
I'm exhausted.
Oh, if anyone wants to keep me company at work on Sunday night, Hooters is doing their March Bikini contest (no, I am NOT in it.. fucking John talked me into working), and I might need some friends there to keep me from pulling my hair out.