i woke up at around 4am this morning, really needing to pee. i get to the toilet only to let a few burning drops out. fearing the worst, i tried to stand only to be rewarded with shooting pains and a burning sensation and the feeling that i need to pee. good thing i'm still standing over the toilet, yes? this continues until i get tired of even attempting to move out of the bathroom. sitting in my cold bathroom on the porcelain chair i just wanted my mommy to come and, i don't know, do what mothers do. probably take me to the goddamn emergency room or something! the burning started to subside about 5:30am and i stood and felt like i needed to pee still but sprinted to my room and curled up into the fetal position and willed the pain away long enough for me to get another two hours of sleep.
welcome, folks, to the world of the urinary tract infection. sounds great, right? it's one of those places that, if you're lucky, you'll get only postcards reading, "i wish you were here!"
it gets even better when you know you have to ride the subway down to work to get to the doctor's appointment you've made first thing in the morning. standing on the subway was near torture to the opposite edge of manhattan but i made it. the doctor's office was inside the NYSE which was kind of cool. i got a cool pass with my picture and a clip on it. you think if i wear a bright green blazer next time i could sneak onto the floor and just start trading? "BUY BUY! NO! SELL! BUY!" all while waving my arms around and making crazy signs with my hands...i'd be excellent i think.
the nurses were super nice and totally babied me, which is exactly what i needed after my traumatizing morning. she liked me because my birthday was the same as her father, who'd passed away. she called in the prescription so i wouldn't have to wait, walked me downstairs, and scolded me for not wearing a warm enough jacket and telling me i would catch pneumonia. i loved it.
so here i sit, hoping my antibiotics kick in sooner rather than later, contemplating wearing my NYSE badge around the office, then realizing that i'm the only one who'd think i was cool if i did, then using my better judgment to leave it my purse like a good girl.
on a COMPLETELY unrelated note...someone found my blog today by searching for "A VOLE RESTAURANT NYC." if you've been playing with me over here a while, you'll understand why i'm SO OFFENDED that someone would come here looking for a place to eat voles. if you don't come here that often, i'll fill you in: i'm romantically involved with a vole
. the whole thing just makes me ill...what kind of sicko would eat a vole?!
and another...work boyfriend has entered the blog. i repeat, work boyfriend has entered the blog. everybody wave hello! *waving* i told him about it and he found it on his own. he says he won't come by to check, says he feels like he's invading my privacy or something but pandora's box has been opened. there's no turning back. i'd mentioned the blog to a friend at work ages ago, solidifying the conscious decision to not blog about work or any of the crazies here. everything i've written i've written with the assumption that everyone at work, even work boyfriend, will find it at some point. so will i still talk about him? of course. can i be completely naked here about how i feel all the time? of course not. maybe we should take a course or two from this couple
and start a blog of our own...