recently sucky things:
a) dad's mad at me for some god-forsaken reason...
b)on and off hate work/love work. ai... it's just confusing man. the people are nice, granted, but i hate the actual work, i detest standing up for 8 hours straight and trying to solve the perpetually evolving egg-crate and milk-carton jigsaw puzzle that is bagging groceries. summer jobs suck. especially when you actually need the money.
c)keep getting sick. it just won't stop! i missed most of my first week of work because i was too sick. the damned mysterious tummy again. it hurts so fucking bad. and when it doesn't hurt, i get so incredibly ridiculously nauseous. it's revolting... no pun intended.
and then!!! on top of that, i miss so much work, i get better, finally come back and then, on my second day back, my wrist starts to hurt like the bitch that it is (i have really weak joints -- always have-- and i guess lugging and twisting around gallons of water and beer just didn't agree with it), so i tell my boss that i can't really lift much of anything and he tells me to just go home. fine, dandy, i'd love to go home because i hate the fucking job, but i know he would be firing me if my dad hadn't gotten the stupid fucking CFO of the damned company to write a letter of reccomendation for me. ai.... i don't know why that pisses me off so bad.
d)i get sick again. yup. spent most of yesterday in the ER. fun junk, no? oh yeah.
my stomach hurt more than it has ever hurt in my entire life. ever. and that's saying alot. went to the ER, waited for about an hour, finally got in, got hooked up to an IV (which isn't as scary as i always thought it was... i actually kinda liked it, it made me feel sooooo much better) fell asleep a couple of times, had my blood pressure taken a bunch and had my pulse taken with this coolio little finger-tip thingie. then i had so much fun when given a pelvic exam by an old dude i had only met about an hour before with bushels of gray chest hair bubbling over the top of his scrubs... yech. god, i hate pelvic exams... i told him the damned speculum hurt like hell when it went in, and the damned fool tries to open it! it was almost worse than the stomach pain....
anyhooo... after that, i just kept waiting, had an ultrasound, so i drank more water than i've ever consumed at one time in my life.... the ultrasound guy actually told me my bladder was huge. apparently i drank so much water that my bladder was actually squishing my ovaries: he couldn't even find my left one. o joy. but they found nothing wrong with me. mystery illness continues. crazy crazy.
mused colieCat at 9:28 PM
