iiiiiii'm dyinggggggg

today i feel: icky
today i'm hearing: whatever matt is blaring from the telly
today i'm thinking: my hiccups should go away. bastards.

I have a kidney infection!

Apparently, I had a(n) urinary tract infection. Which is gross, but not terribly painful. It just hurts to pee. But in the spirit of Palm Family Tradition, I ignored this and it went away. ...And reincarnated itself as a kidney infection. So I went to the health centre and spent a couple hours of my life in abject fear because no one knew what was wrong and no one was telling me anything but and everyone was poking and prodding and threatening to poke and prod other things and it was a sorrowful experience. And I did cry. A little. Because I was scared. And for the first time in my life, something was actually wrong with me and no one was sitting there, holding my hand and telling me that it would be okay. I will admit that. This is the truest sign yet that adulthood sucks a whole lot.

But now I'm home and the doctor gave me some antibiotics that will be more than happy to fuck up my birth control and some pain medicine that seems to be working pretty well. Both of my roommates are home and Matt's making a point to be really sweet (which is not like him! I take back some of the mean things I've said about him) and Chelsea's making cookies that I can't really eat and Randy bought me cranberry juice and it is delicious thankyouverymuch. I don't know if I'll be going to work yet tomorrow, though I've got a feeling I'll be feeling well enough. I'm pretty sure I'll end up tuckering myself out and have to go home early, but it's the thought that counts, right? I got kind of tired eating dinner (which is PATHETIC). I hope that's not any indication.

Kidney infections are not fun. I do not recommend them. Cranberry juice, however, I do. For it is tasty. And my painkillers are kicking in.