Day 9
I woke up today to extreme pains, that would have brought me to my knees, had i been standing. Stumbling around the living room i just about tackled the ibuprofen bottle, downing a couple of pills, thus waking up mom in the process. She asked me how i was doing, and decided she didn’t need a verbal answer, as the tears were enough. Careful not to wake dad, she grabbed up the phone and called the Medicare Nurse hotline, asking her what on earth these pains could be, if they were serious, and what should we do.
20 minutes passed, and mom finally walks in and demands that i get on some decent clothes, socks and shoes, and grab up anything i think is important. why? i’m going to the hospital (as soon as dad’s ready…)
this was about..oh..noon when it all happened. By the time dad was “awake” and ready, it was 3:00pm… Fortunatly, we decided to go to Regional this time, because Union hospital is a bunch of stuck-up university pricks that don’t know what the hell they’re doing. So 45 minutes later (it’s Indiana.. we were rail-roaded…) we wound up in the emergency room, and was quickly and efficiently taken care of. no blood drawn, simple piss test, and an interesting spanish doctor named Raul Lupia (he had black hair poofing out the back of his scrubs…it was rather…erm…gross?). He was cool though. Very polite, and hard to understand, but cool. He told me i had UTI (urinary tract infection), gave me a doctor’s note to stay home Friday (effing wonderful…) and two prescriptions. 1 for my bactrum, and the other for some black pill that turns everything you piss, bright neon orange. I swear to god i thought i’d swallowed a Crayon at first!
So after i get home, i take the pills, eat a hot pocket, and crash on the couch. i’m tired, exhausted, and can’t wait for tomorrow, so i can email my teachers and see if i can’t catch up on this shit before monday.
I’m not going to fail this trimester. i promise.
~Kitten
