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I got a car and went to the ER last night.
You probably want an explanation....
Yesterday sucked, hardcore. I didn't make it to Spanish class and Mrs. Grace called my mom and now she's really pissed off, because now since I didn't get to present my project I may be in trouble (but I'm shakin it off because she doesn't have a 3rd period class, and I don't have a 3rd period exam, so I'm just going to present then.) And then, 6th period was OK, but I didn't get my letter to the Star-Telegram in the paper (I wrote about the Prom thing...I felt a student's opinion should be heard, so sue me...) and in choir, I just kind of got discouraged about something, and in English, I felt a lot of tension and pressure rising within me. PALS banquet was alright, but Chantale showed up after I left, I suppose, she was apparently involved in some sort of car wreck, I don't know the details but everyone IS OK. Then I decided not to go to the concert because the only people that were worth going with had to work, and Tinseltown needed me hardcore so I went to work, yippee I suppose.
Then about 5:15 or 5:30 something went awry. I began to have these horrible stomach pains, so at 6 I took 2 Tylenol. Nothing worked, so at 6:30 I took two more. We're not talking just a stomachache here, this was a physical pain that left me doubling over in pain, and at 7:40 I just couldn't take it anymore and asked to be sent home. I did some serious thinking and knew this was not right, it was not that time of the month and I had had nothing but healthy, non-indigestion-causing food that day (btw, Katie Banda's mom made me lunch, she is the COOLEST!) and I knew that with the way things were going, it was only going to get worse, so I called my mom and told her I was going to Baylor. Well, she said she was coming to get me to take me home because I was in no condition to drive, so she did, and about an hour later, she realized too that I needed to go to the ER, so we went. The pains were getting worse, I couldn't move, stand, sit, lay down, walk, anything, and plus I was starting to have a cough, which was TORTURE. We got there at 9, they took my vital signs at 9:30 and I got into a room at 11. The nurse tried to take my blood and put saline in me, but she didn't hit a vein, so not only did she get no blood, the saline didn't go into a vessel and it HURT LIKE SHIT. So she had to put another needle in me (and I hate needles!!!) but this time she got it right. About 1:00 the doctor finally came in and checked me out and said that she thought that I had a cyst in my lower abdominal area and she was going to have to do some exams, I won't go into detail, let's just say I think my rights were very violated!! The doctor then wanted to do an ultrasound, so at about 2:00 the nurse came in and told me what was going to have to happen to do this. Let's just leave it at this - you think ultrasounds are fun, THEY ARE NOT!!! They definitely make you appreciate the finer things in life... Anyways, they didn't find anything, but they think that the cyst ruptured which was why I was in so much pain, and at 3:00 I was finally allowed to go home. The doctor told me to call in sick to work (so I did, which in a way, I didn't WANT to Hawk, until I found out I'd be selling donuts, and I didn't get to ) and so I finally got home, took two Ibuprofen, woke up at 8, called in sick, and slept til noon (I would have slept later had Mom not woken me up!!!). I am feeling better, but my abdominal area is still kind of sore and tender, so I won't be doing any crunches today! Thanks to everyone who sent me lovely messages on AIM, aka thanks Braiden and Brookie!
OK, now you're probably wondering about the car...Well, let's go back a little bit to the time when I got home to change for work. Right as I was about to leave, Ron came home and I was like "AHH GOTTA GO TO WORK!" and he said "Oh well then you won't get to see my new toy, I guess." Well, his new toy just happens to be (and boys, get ready to cream yourselves...) a 1988 champagne colored with palamino interior hard top Mercedes 560 sL convertible. It's orgasmic. I was very confused though at the presence of 3 cars in the driveway, and it wasn't til about the time I got home from work that Mom clarified that this was his new car for good, and that we WEREN'T trading in any of our current vehicles. So I asked, "Does this mean I get the Bruiser?" and the answer to that was, "You tell me." So, ladies and gents, The PT Bruiser is now MINE!!!! Nobody else gets to drive it but ME!!! Mom has the Pimpin Envoy (although I joked that for my birthday, I should get to choose which car I could have, but I would have picked the Bruiser anyway, we've been through so much together...) and I HAVE MY OWN CAR!!! Which means now I finally get to put in my hula-dog bobblehead thing in the dashboard (I don't think you guys know how much that excites me.) I might put the singing squirrel on the dashboard too (Long story, I'll have to show it to you...) But yeah, that's the ONE good thing that happened yesterday.
You probably want an explanation....
Yesterday sucked, hardcore. I didn't make it to Spanish class and Mrs. Grace called my mom and now she's really pissed off, because now since I didn't get to present my project I may be in trouble (but I'm shakin it off because she doesn't have a 3rd period class, and I don't have a 3rd period exam, so I'm just going to present then.) And then, 6th period was OK, but I didn't get my letter to the Star-Telegram in the paper (I wrote about the Prom thing...I felt a student's opinion should be heard, so sue me...) and in choir, I just kind of got discouraged about something, and in English, I felt a lot of tension and pressure rising within me. PALS banquet was alright, but Chantale showed up after I left, I suppose, she was apparently involved in some sort of car wreck, I don't know the details but everyone IS OK. Then I decided not to go to the concert because the only people that were worth going with had to work, and Tinseltown needed me hardcore so I went to work, yippee I suppose.
Then about 5:15 or 5:30 something went awry. I began to have these horrible stomach pains, so at 6 I took 2 Tylenol. Nothing worked, so at 6:30 I took two more. We're not talking just a stomachache here, this was a physical pain that left me doubling over in pain, and at 7:40 I just couldn't take it anymore and asked to be sent home. I did some serious thinking and knew this was not right, it was not that time of the month and I had had nothing but healthy, non-indigestion-causing food that day (btw, Katie Banda's mom made me lunch, she is the COOLEST!) and I knew that with the way things were going, it was only going to get worse, so I called my mom and told her I was going to Baylor. Well, she said she was coming to get me to take me home because I was in no condition to drive, so she did, and about an hour later, she realized too that I needed to go to the ER, so we went. The pains were getting worse, I couldn't move, stand, sit, lay down, walk, anything, and plus I was starting to have a cough, which was TORTURE. We got there at 9, they took my vital signs at 9:30 and I got into a room at 11. The nurse tried to take my blood and put saline in me, but she didn't hit a vein, so not only did she get no blood, the saline didn't go into a vessel and it HURT LIKE SHIT. So she had to put another needle in me (and I hate needles!!!) but this time she got it right. About 1:00 the doctor finally came in and checked me out and said that she thought that I had a cyst in my lower abdominal area and she was going to have to do some exams, I won't go into detail, let's just say I think my rights were very violated!! The doctor then wanted to do an ultrasound, so at about 2:00 the nurse came in and told me what was going to have to happen to do this. Let's just leave it at this - you think ultrasounds are fun, THEY ARE NOT!!! They definitely make you appreciate the finer things in life... Anyways, they didn't find anything, but they think that the cyst ruptured which was why I was in so much pain, and at 3:00 I was finally allowed to go home. The doctor told me to call in sick to work (so I did, which in a way, I didn't WANT to Hawk, until I found out I'd be selling donuts, and I didn't get to ) and so I finally got home, took two Ibuprofen, woke up at 8, called in sick, and slept til noon (I would have slept later had Mom not woken me up!!!). I am feeling better, but my abdominal area is still kind of sore and tender, so I won't be doing any crunches today! Thanks to everyone who sent me lovely messages on AIM, aka thanks Braiden and Brookie!
OK, now you're probably wondering about the car...Well, let's go back a little bit to the time when I got home to change for work. Right as I was about to leave, Ron came home and I was like "AHH GOTTA GO TO WORK!" and he said "Oh well then you won't get to see my new toy, I guess." Well, his new toy just happens to be (and boys, get ready to cream yourselves...) a 1988 champagne colored with palamino interior hard top Mercedes 560 sL convertible. It's orgasmic. I was very confused though at the presence of 3 cars in the driveway, and it wasn't til about the time I got home from work that Mom clarified that this was his new car for good, and that we WEREN'T trading in any of our current vehicles. So I asked, "Does this mean I get the Bruiser?" and the answer to that was, "You tell me." So, ladies and gents, The PT Bruiser is now MINE!!!! Nobody else gets to drive it but ME!!! Mom has the Pimpin Envoy (although I joked that for my birthday, I should get to choose which car I could have, but I would have picked the Bruiser anyway, we've been through so much together...) and I HAVE MY OWN CAR!!! Which means now I finally get to put in my hula-dog bobblehead thing in the dashboard (I don't think you guys know how much that excites me.) I might put the singing squirrel on the dashboard too (Long story, I'll have to show it to you...) But yeah, that's the ONE good thing that happened yesterday.