Ow, brah.

Clinic visit didn't go so hott. They gave me Bactrim to treat the UTI, but the nurse practitioner said it wouldn't help my kidney infection. She gave me the same advice as the others: go to the emergency room. 

I took my two pills yesterday, and when I woke up this morning I had a sharp pain in my right kidney. I don't know what to do. I'm a little worried now. Everything I read about this is ominous as all hell. 

I'm going to work and I'm hoping it'll take my mind off of things for a while.

Or it'll kill me.

j/k. 

But seriously, halp.

Ok it's later.

I have a doctor's appointment at the campus health center tomorow at 9:00 a.m.  I'm hoping that if I don't mention the kidney infection they'll just prescribe me amoxicillin which, annoyingly enough, is the EXACT same shiz they gave me a few years ago for my kidney infection. The other clinic I went to yesterday refused to give me amoxicillin because they said I needed to go to the emergency room and get hooked up to an I.V.

The I.V. would give me amoxicillin. Retarded. I want pills.

And to make matters worse...  I have a hefty To-Do List for the next week:

-Interview a Jew or Muslim by monday

-Write interview paper and turn in on tuesday

-Write speech and speech outline for class next friday

-Buy present for Mom and plan her birthday dinner

-Attend baby Omar's birthday party on Saturday (buy present, too)

-Work at JJs Saturday/Sunday

Now that I've written all of that out it doesn't feel as overwhelming as it did earlier. I think I can handle it as long as that whole impending doom thing goes away.

Pylonephritis-Shmitis.

I've been [trying] to go about business as usual but I keep looking up kidney infections and outcomes if not treated properly. If it was acute, it'd beat me up for a few days and then go away... but since this has been an ongoing problem for a few years now, it means that it's a chronic kidney infection which every website says leads to kidney failure.

Doh. Time's up. Shift is ending at JJs. More on this later...

Oh, and...

I finished this today.

Ok Karma, You Win.

I'm sick. And there isn't a goddamn thing I can do about it.

Worst case scenario: Sepsis.

Best case scenario: THIS.

Note to self: negative blogs lead to poor health.

Excuse me while I judge you.

It's official. I'm a cold, hard, apathetic bitch. I have zero tolerance for anyone's shortcomings. I don't like who I am becoming.

... but at the same time, I don't care. I'm going to be very successful and accomplish all of the things that I want to accomplish. I'm done catering to people's needs. I'm done being nice to everyone. Why should I have to sugarcoat the truth for someone who is too sensitive? I don't. That's the point. You don't like it? Stings too much? Well, the truth hurts. Fix yourself.

Hide your wallets.

I've rediscovered the Tiffany's website. I already made a collection for myself... haha.

This bracelet with this necklace, this ring, and these earrings. Not bad for a less than $1000 total :]

SO worth it. Hello, Christmas.

Fuck Shit Cunt Bitch Whore Dick

I was only scheduled to work one party at Jumping Jacks. After that, I'd get to sit around and not have to worry about anything except the walk-in brats that wanted to jump.

NOW, because some cheap ass whore of a woman decides she doesn't want to pay the full amount for a party, she's going to try to be sneaky and bring in food, balloons, and tablecloths to put into a cake room during walk-ins. That's all fine and dandy except I'm the one that has to go in there to check on them every 5 minutes and then clean up the cake room AS WELL as the jump rooms.

Moral of the story: Fuck cheap people that use loopholes to get their way. I'm going to go ignore them now and find every way imaginable to charge them for shit.

ARJ&%^NFJNS&*JKD@#^&%$KV!!!

Doop.

I've decided that I'm going to have some damn good looking kids. With the right clothes and hair, any kids could be cute.

Thank you, Jumping Jacks.