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There are people on the net that have nothing better to do with their time
then be nasty to other people online. They post rude comments, spend hours
a day talking about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend hours a
day talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for their
opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone to fit into
their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw a temper tantrum.
To these people I say grow up.
Here's a bit of info people...the web is
a HUGE place. If you don't like what I say here, or who I am, or what I
do, or talk about, or what I look like, or the color of my hair, or
whatever asinine thing you dwell on, go somewhere else. It's
really, really easy. Honest. You just click the little "x" in
the corner of your browser and *poof* the offending, big, mean and nasty
site has disappeared.
I pay for this site. It's mine. That
means I can use it for whatever the hell I want to. Don't like it if I'm
bitching about something in my life? Oh fucking well. Go somewhere else.
Think I'm stupid for expressing my thoughts? Too fucking bad, don't read
them. Somewhere along the line, someone forgot this simple fact: Live
and let live Don't like me, cool, fine, whatever, I don't care.
This journal is NOT for you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or
fame or anything stupid like that. I write it because I need to write and
express myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So read or don't,
it doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours) bitching about it.
*gets off soapbox*
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Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Sick, Pain, Agony
And that was only the first couple hours of my day. I was all set to head in for my temp day today. Got everything together last night - book, iPod, etc. - and got up on time. Stomach didn't feel good. It went downhill from there. I thought at first that it was just a stomach bug. If I took some pepto and gave it a little time, I could still make it in just a tad late. Not even close. From around 7:45am through around 10:30am, I was in agony. Crying and realizing things were way worse then originally thought. I knew what it was at that point. A UTI. Poor Love had to leave work, come get me, take me to the dr so he could tell me what I already knew so I could get a prescription for an antibiotic. My mom met me at the dr's office and then we drove over to Publix where we had to wait again for the Rx. I just got home. Not only have I been in pain all day, but I totally ended up flaking on temping for them. I feel like the biggest loser in the world. But yesterday I was completely fine. I had no idea this was coming. But I feel like everyone will think I'm just making excuses or something. I'm paranoid they won't want me back because they'll think I'm unreliable. But I really am sick. So sick I had to shell out $50 I didn't have to see the dr so I can take a prescription for the next ten days. Believe me, I rather have made $80 today for surfing the net and answering the phone. Hell, I'd rather have answered the phone for free rather then be in this amount of pain. I called and babbled a mostly incoherent apology to J., explaining what happened and that I was fine until this morning when I got up. That I had to make an emergency appointment with the dr and get an Rx. She said it was ok, and that these things happened and that they'd definitely call me next time they need help. But I still feel like a heel. A heel in pain and who's exhausted from the stress and infection that hit me 7:30 this morning. What an absolutely shitty day. One of those days I'm convinced the universe personally hates me. Of all days. I haven't had a UTI in like four years. Why today of all fucking days? Ugh. I'm going to lay down, try to rest (if I can stop having to run to the restroom every three minutes anyway) and forget today ever happened.
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