So, this has been a perfectly peachy week. Monday I worked 8-5, so I only got four hours of sleep. Get home, dinner turns to crap, and I end up snapping at Alex. So, tired, cranky, miserable, I go to bed at like 10. Wake up at four, go to the bathroom. Discomfort, but I don't think nothing o it. I get up at 9 for work, rush out the door cuase I didn't want to get out of bed till 10, get to work two minutes late and it feels like y bladder wants to explode. I go to the bathroom and I;m peeing blood and OMG PAIN!. Of course, my first thought is "Someone bleed int he toilet" and I went along my day. An hour later I have to use the bathroom agian and...oh wait, I;m the one bleeding int he tiolet. If finally clicks in my brain that that is my blood and every time I pee I want to double over in pain. Talk to my boss and she lets me got o the doc and come back ate from lunch. 2:15 I punch out, go right tot he doc office, and back at work by 4:14. Turn in the anti-biotic Rx and ask if I can have the rest of the day off. I was told I was really needed to close. I work...and we're dead...I was seriously not really needed to close.
I come home, tired, miserable, and in pain. Wake up this morning in the sae way and call out cause...seriosuly, I;m not going to be a good employee is I;m drinkingenough water to drown a fish and going to the bathroom ever hour...plus i;m in pain. At least I;m not pissing blood any more...but there are things and places that are hurting that are making me curse whoever designed the human body. Oh yeah, and y antibiotic makes me etreemly sick to my stomach....Yay me!