The universe seemed to perceive that I was just having far too good a year so far and decided to throw me a curve ball.
Bladder infection... dun dun.
Well, I say FUCK YOU!
That's right, despite being uncomfortable and having to take antibiotics that could possibly make me spend an entire day hunched over a toilet (like the last time)... I really am not fazed by it.
I still would like it very very much if I don't vomit
I only have to work for three days this week. I had two remaining vacation days from 2014, so I took Thursday and Friday off. Thursday I go see my surgeon and we get this sweat-gland shit dealt with, and Friday...
Friday is BRYAN fucking ADAMS, bitches!!!
Aaron got our mum, himself, and I tickets for Christmas.
Screw you, bladder infection. You can't ruin my good week.
Sincerely,
Someone who is having far too good a Monday -especially considering- to be a normal human.
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