"I give up! Jesus, you are NOW invited..."
Wednesday, May 14, 2008 at 2:43pm
So..Jesus hates me.
I didn't sleep at all last night...why? No, not because of my ribs (which even after work today, feel ok...) because by right ear felt like it was being stabbed inside by tiny angry woodland creatures.
At 5:30am I wake up Jason and tell him I need the credit card so I can go and see a Dr. (This is after a very tearful phone call to my mother which I believe freaked her out...really bad)
I get dressed and ready for work by 6:30 and leave the house at 7am. Hoping to find a walk in clinic open I can go to before I have to be at work at 10am.
I find one open at 8am. I go get some Krystal's for breakfast and at 8am I go inside. After an HOUR of waiting in my car experiencing some insane pain in my inner ear..."We don't accept your insurance here". I cry. Middle of the waiting room. Sobbing.
I move on.
I find somewhere that takes my ghetto insurance and...drum roll please...I have a severe (her words, not mine) ear infection that was brought on my a severe (again, her words, not mine) sinus infection.
They give me the option of getting that wonderful shot in your butt. The one with the steroids and antibiotics and heroin. I said Yes please. I'll need EVERYTHING to get through the day.
I arrive at work to bosses who treated me like shit all day. Falling was not my intention. I would have preferred to not look like an ogre for 3-4 days. The pain was NOT WORTH the time I had off. I would have loved to work. But they were so cold to me today...and I'm over it. I won't leave because the money is great, I cannot beat the hours and the customers (for the most part) are wonderful.
I get through the day...I swear I looked like a crack head in need of a fix. The yellow face. Bloodshot eyes. Flop sweat. Hot...right?
I go and get my prescription filled...110.00...FUCK THAT. I ask the lady: "How much for the ZPack, that's all I really need?"..."30.00"..."I'll take it!".
After this awful day...I arrive home to a clean house (I love the wonderful handsome amazing perfect man of mine...) and FLOWERS! I love Erin Johnson. And I also received a great email from Caroline. I have wonderful friends.
So now, Jesus, I hope you are listening. I cannot take any MORE...NO MORE. And I believe I know why you are doing this to me...
The invitation is in the mail. October 30th 2009. The colors are black and yellow. I'll let you know where we are registered. It's not a formal occasion. Come and enjoy the open bar and maybe score us some free wine. You are now invited, so please, no more plagues upon this house of mine.
Thank you.
So..Jesus hates me.
I didn't sleep at all last night...why? No, not because of my ribs (which even after work today, feel ok...) because by right ear felt like it was being stabbed inside by tiny angry woodland creatures.
At 5:30am I wake up Jason and tell him I need the credit card so I can go and see a Dr. (This is after a very tearful phone call to my mother which I believe freaked her out...really bad)
I get dressed and ready for work by 6:30 and leave the house at 7am. Hoping to find a walk in clinic open I can go to before I have to be at work at 10am.
I find one open at 8am. I go get some Krystal's for breakfast and at 8am I go inside. After an HOUR of waiting in my car experiencing some insane pain in my inner ear..."We don't accept your insurance here". I cry. Middle of the waiting room. Sobbing.
I move on.
I find somewhere that takes my ghetto insurance and...drum roll please...I have a severe (her words, not mine) ear infection that was brought on my a severe (again, her words, not mine) sinus infection.
They give me the option of getting that wonderful shot in your butt. The one with the steroids and antibiotics and heroin. I said Yes please. I'll need EVERYTHING to get through the day.
I arrive at work to bosses who treated me like shit all day. Falling was not my intention. I would have preferred to not look like an ogre for 3-4 days. The pain was NOT WORTH the time I had off. I would have loved to work. But they were so cold to me today...and I'm over it. I won't leave because the money is great, I cannot beat the hours and the customers (for the most part) are wonderful.
I get through the day...I swear I looked like a crack head in need of a fix. The yellow face. Bloodshot eyes. Flop sweat. Hot...right?
I go and get my prescription filled...110.00...FUCK THAT. I ask the lady: "How much for the ZPack, that's all I really need?"..."30.00"..."I'll take it!".
After this awful day...I arrive home to a clean house (I love the wonderful handsome amazing perfect man of mine...) and FLOWERS! I love Erin Johnson. And I also received a great email from Caroline. I have wonderful friends.
So now, Jesus, I hope you are listening. I cannot take any MORE...NO MORE. And I believe I know why you are doing this to me...
The invitation is in the mail. October 30th 2009. The colors are black and yellow. I'll let you know where we are registered. It's not a formal occasion. Come and enjoy the open bar and maybe score us some free wine. You are now invited, so please, no more plagues upon this house of mine.
Thank you.
