Verdict
...And the verdict is -- I'm not going to die. Shame. I have the flu/a fever, an upper respitory tract infection, swollen/inflammed throat and tonsils and my heartbeat is supposedly way too fast. I was given a prescription for a 77 dollar bottle of cough syrup full of drugs which is pleasant and some pill that I can't even spell for another 16. That means I bummed 93 dollars from father. That's bad. Now supposedly he has 12 dollars to go to Bakesale/smoke/get high/eat/whatever on until he decides to get a job/paycheck. I was given a note not to go to work tomorrow but I pretty much have to. The thing I hate is I'm in debt to my father yet again. Now I owe him almost 300 dollars. He told me he'd pay for the top on my truck to get painted but now he wants the 200 for it and the 93 for drugs. So no matter how bad my paycheck is on Friday. I'm fucked. We fought all night about the hospital until I got my shoes on and told him he could go or stay and watch TV and I didn't care. He sat and talked to a 22 year old the whole time so he felt happy. She probably just thought he was a moron.
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