Come on and Get Your Overdose

Acute onset UTI.

But the doctor's office (not ER!) saw me last night right after I called, and only charged me $55 for the appointment and in-house urinalysis. I'm now eating oatmeal so I can have food in my belly so I can take the antibiotic (whose name I forget) that has so much blue dye in the casing it turns my pee a little green. But it's working already, so green pee it is.

I have a rash on my neck and along my jawline, coming up onto my face a little bit. I think it's an allergic reaction to new dryer sheets. I don't feel sick, and it doesn't itch, but still. If it's not cleared up by Saturday, I'm going to the ER.

Flap had his yearly checkup today. He got rabies and distemper shots, and the vet took a sample of his ear gook to see why his ears itch him so much.

He has another yeast infection. So, it's back to the horrible pH solution and oily ontment for another two weeks to kill the muffins he's making in his ears.

Poor baby, he hates this stuff.

I have food poisoning. All night long, my stomach huuuuuuurt and I didn't know why, because I've never had food poisoning before. I didn't sleep at all, just lay there in pain. Then, around 5 AM, I started projectile vomiting two days' worth (ate it two nights in a row)of undigested broccoli. And at first I missed the toilet. Somehow, I finished and got the bathroom cleaned and disinfected by the time my alarm went off.

My boss took a look at me, and said "you're the wrong color and there's a burst blood vessel in your eye. wanna tell me why?" So I told him, and he sent me home. Which I really can't afford, but he didn't want me collapsing or having another gross moment at work.

I went home and slept, and except for a bit of grossness coming out of my butt, it seems to be over. My throat's not even that sore anymore (the worst part of vomiting for me is the raw sore throat after). I'm doing a pretty good job of re-hydrating myself, although I'm only using water. I'm a bit leery of what might happen if anything with calories hit my stomach right now. Jason's coming over for the weekend; maybe I'll ask him to pick me up some saltines.

So since I was home sick, after I took a long nap I called the post office to see why my mail isn't being delivered again. They haven't done anything further since they corrected their carrier's initial mistake...although now they admit that they can't do anything about what happens if a regional center fucks up sorting it. So this mail carrier fucked my mail up and nothing can really be done, except when it moves directly from the sender's post office to the Wanaque post office. Idiot.

I guess I'll have to find a way to get my Babies R Us W2 sent to the store so I can pick it up.

Gah. And Jason's sick too, so it's going to be a fun day.

My apologies if I made anyone nauseous with this post.