Well Damn

Isn't my life getting fun?

There's a period knocking at my door, I've been naseous and head-achy all since the weekend, and now this. I've just completed the massive email sending process for a) calling in sick for work today, b) calling in sick for class today, and c) calling in sick for teaching tomorrow. Why? The dreaded urinary tract infection has snuck up on me. I've been up on the hour to accomplish absolutely nothing (and, I might add, a painful nothing at that), and this last time, I finally looked at a clock to see if maybe I'd missed my alarm, because surely I wouldn't have been waking up on my own so often unless the whole damn night had passed. Nope. That's five trips to the bathroom, since around 11 last night. It's almost 4 now.

I guess snuck up is bad usage. There have been hints in the past few days, but I just drank cranberry juice, extra water, and thought nothing of it. I'd just spend some time at the doctor's on Friday. Then, as Emeril puts it, "BAM!"

It's official. I'm going to spend my morning down at the walk-in clinic. Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!

End.