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Uncle already

Well, continuing on in my downer mode during the longest un-spring EVER, now I get to add injury to insult. Sigh.

If you don’t like Too Much Information, then shield your eyes.

Last evening, I developed a raging UTI. How cool is that? And, living in a smallish town with overworked doctors, I can’t get in to see mine until tomorrow morning, which means racing to the bathroom every five minutes until then without relief. Good grief. I actually had the time to think about matters for a moment a little while ago, and wondered what the people who live behind me must think. The bathroom light flips on and off at least 20 times an hour and must raise some conversation. The window over her kitchen sink practically looks into my bathroom for heaven’s sake. I know I’d be speculating if I was her. Why on earth would I even think of that? Or care? It must be the fever. Yeah, got one of those, too.

Sighhhhhh....

I crave antibiotics. Even though I hate ‘em. I want ‘em. NOW!

Perhaps April will improve after this. It really needs to.

Posted on 04/08/08 at 08:23 PM
 




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