phew
Ooh, so much development for such a short amount of time.
First: for those of you who don't already know, I spent most of today either in bed or in Urgent Care. I woke up this morning with a very uncomfortable feeling in the abdomen area, and then realized after I took a shower that I was probably going to keel over, so I got in the car and drove to St. Joe's in Howland, which thank God is only one town over.
So I got there and the woman at the counter is asking me questions like, "Who is your doctor?" and I swear to God, I was in so much pain that I couldn't remember. I couldn't remember my doctor's name. I was just like, "urrrrrrghghghghghgh." But I guess they had my old doctor on file, and I was like, "Whatever, that'll work."
So I sat in the waiting room for fifteen incredibly uncomfortable minutes (although I did get to watch a great interview with Laura Innes on Regis and Kelly) and then I got back to the examination room. They got mad at me because I...okay, I'm going to put a cut here, so if you don't want to read about my gross stuff, don't click here.
They got mad because I couldn't piss in a cup enough for them. I was like, look, that is why I'm here, I have a really severe UTI and I just want some medicine. Because I get these things sometimes, and I know what they feel like. And they were like, we can't give you medicine on symptoms alone. Which I suppose is reasonable, but I was still real pissed.
Okay, gross part over. So anyway, finally I did what they needed me to do (see cut) and the doctor made me lay down and she prodded me for about five minutes to make sure I didn't have kidneyitis or something. And then she left, and I got real pissy, and then I threw up in their sink twice. And felt really vengeful about it. I was like, HA. TAKE THAT. And then they gave me medicine, and I called my parents and had them drive me home because I couldn't drive.
Anyway, that's that. I am well-medicated now (not overmedicated for a change--everloving Andrea put up with me being completely wired the other night because of the medicine I thought would fix me but so didn't) and feeling much better.
Second: I got a haircut. A real bad, real butch one. I look like Gina Gershon in Bound but not nearly as hot and with no bangs. It is so bad that I'm actually considering taking the hair I cut off for kids with cancer and paying $300 to get it reattached to my head at a salon. Because, you know, I'm probably going to Hell anyway.
Liz, you know about hair extensions--are they worth it? I miss long hair.
So, sorry to Team Prissypants for not coming out to give my haggy support. I was there in spirit. <3
First: for those of you who don't already know, I spent most of today either in bed or in Urgent Care. I woke up this morning with a very uncomfortable feeling in the abdomen area, and then realized after I took a shower that I was probably going to keel over, so I got in the car and drove to St. Joe's in Howland, which thank God is only one town over.
So I got there and the woman at the counter is asking me questions like, "Who is your doctor?" and I swear to God, I was in so much pain that I couldn't remember. I couldn't remember my doctor's name. I was just like, "urrrrrrghghghghghgh." But I guess they had my old doctor on file, and I was like, "Whatever, that'll work."
So I sat in the waiting room for fifteen incredibly uncomfortable minutes (although I did get to watch a great interview with Laura Innes on Regis and Kelly) and then I got back to the examination room. They got mad at me because I...okay, I'm going to put a cut here, so if you don't want to read about my gross stuff, don't click here.
They got mad because I couldn't piss in a cup enough for them. I was like, look, that is why I'm here, I have a really severe UTI and I just want some medicine. Because I get these things sometimes, and I know what they feel like. And they were like, we can't give you medicine on symptoms alone. Which I suppose is reasonable, but I was still real pissed.
Okay, gross part over. So anyway, finally I did what they needed me to do (see cut) and the doctor made me lay down and she prodded me for about five minutes to make sure I didn't have kidneyitis or something. And then she left, and I got real pissy, and then I threw up in their sink twice. And felt really vengeful about it. I was like, HA. TAKE THAT. And then they gave me medicine, and I called my parents and had them drive me home because I couldn't drive.
Anyway, that's that. I am well-medicated now (not overmedicated for a change--everloving Andrea put up with me being completely wired the other night because of the medicine I thought would fix me but so didn't) and feeling much better.
Second: I got a haircut. A real bad, real butch one. I look like Gina Gershon in Bound but not nearly as hot and with no bangs. It is so bad that I'm actually considering taking the hair I cut off for kids with cancer and paying $300 to get it reattached to my head at a salon. Because, you know, I'm probably going to Hell anyway.
Liz, you know about hair extensions--are they worth it? I miss long hair.
So, sorry to Team Prissypants for not coming out to give my haggy support. I was there in spirit. <3