Ugh.
Sooo....after I go see Amon Amarth on December 17th or whatever, I woke up sicker than shit. I had a high fever, coughing, sweats, chills, body aches and all that garbage. That all lasted about a week and I finally got rid of the late night/early morning cough-fest that comes with that particular cold. I woke up 2 days ago with chills, dizzyness and sweats. I "woke up" this morning (if you can call drifting in and out of consiousness sleep), with a fever of 103 and chills, body aches, stomach cramps, a migraine and all that good shit. I wanted to go to the hospital since I couldn't sleep, eat, drink, breathe. My b/f didn't want to take me, so I just took like 6 advils, cough syrup, drank some water and almost threw up. I called in to work at 12:35 am this morning. I have a doctors appt. tomorrow at 8:45 am and you would think that my b/f might want to drive me there. You'd be wrong. I have to take a fucking cab. Awesome. My boyfriend is a giant asshole. I wish I had some money saved so I could just get the fuck out of here. I asked him to get me some soup from the store next door and he gets me condensed chix noodle soup after I asked him to get me the Progresso kind that's already cooked. I also asked him to get me gatorade, but of course, all he cared about was buying himself beer. He's playing a "show" (read: SHITTY ass nu-"metal" garbage), tonight, so I have to fend for myself. I can hardly get out of bed without wanting to vomit or pass out and all he fucking cares about is if he can get fucked up. ASSHOLE.
/rant