Chalk up the grammar/mechanical mistakes to the narcotics please
Everyone updated like crazy this weekend.
And here's mine.
I went home, I went to the fair and saw Katie, hung out with my parents and that was it. It was nice. Really nice. driving was even okay since I got to stop in Madison and see my sister and Matt and Ben and Emily. And I liked that a lot too.
Then I got back, went to see Ben's show, and scalded my hands with the boiling water while making Easy Mac. Im telling you, that's a misnomer if ever there was one. Severe, severe pain. I stayed up until 4:30 while Ben insisted I flush my hands with cold water. Ben stayed up longer, apparently afraid I might die of shock (true story), thus setting his phone alarm every twenty minutes to see if I was still breathing.
Today I went to work and called the doctor who told me that my HMO has no urgent care. This means I have to go to the ER. For burning my hands while making a microwave dinner. I dont feel ridiculous at all. But, due to the nature of health care in our country, ER's are no longer really all that much about emergencies.
Long story short, I got narcotics from CVS for $3 simply because I cannot create a meal designed to be "safe" and easy for children.
I also havent been able to be at my new apartment much quite yet, but so far it seems really great and low key and nice.
the big SF on Thursday. Im stoked. So stoked I used the word stoked in fact.
And here's mine.
I went home, I went to the fair and saw Katie, hung out with my parents and that was it. It was nice. Really nice. driving was even okay since I got to stop in Madison and see my sister and Matt and Ben and Emily. And I liked that a lot too.
Then I got back, went to see Ben's show, and scalded my hands with the boiling water while making Easy Mac. Im telling you, that's a misnomer if ever there was one. Severe, severe pain. I stayed up until 4:30 while Ben insisted I flush my hands with cold water. Ben stayed up longer, apparently afraid I might die of shock (true story), thus setting his phone alarm every twenty minutes to see if I was still breathing.
Today I went to work and called the doctor who told me that my HMO has no urgent care. This means I have to go to the ER. For burning my hands while making a microwave dinner. I dont feel ridiculous at all. But, due to the nature of health care in our country, ER's are no longer really all that much about emergencies.
Long story short, I got narcotics from CVS for $3 simply because I cannot create a meal designed to be "safe" and easy for children.
I also havent been able to be at my new apartment much quite yet, but so far it seems really great and low key and nice.
the big SF on Thursday. Im stoked. So stoked I used the word stoked in fact.