Three Thoughts That Actually Connect
I started a new job as a coffee slave at the PDX airport Starbucks several weeks ago (come say hi if you're passing through). Since starting said job, I have had a complete lack of social life combined with high sleep deprivation. My days typically start around 2:00 AM when I wake to shower and get my hiney out the door by 3:00 so that I can get to the airport employee parking lot and ride a shuttle into the main terminal in order to get there by 4:00 AM. I get back to the apartment usually by 1:30 only to do whatever heinous homework assignment that I had procrastinated on. On the nights that I have class I am up until 9:00 PM just to do the same schedule the next day. On the nights that I do not have class, I'm in bed by 6:00, just in time to miss all of my normally scheduled friends getting off work and starting their evening escapades. I'm stuck in the middle of actually liking my job (shocking, I know) and wanting some normalcy back to my day. It's a tough call.
Second on in the list comes a very embarrassing topic. I have had some major pain on my left lower side lately. My mom FINALLY convinced me to go to the doc on Friday to have him check it out. The doc couldn't give me a definitive answer. All he said is that he's pretty sure it's a kidney infection, but that there's also a very high chance that it could be that my body is passing a kidney stone. WHAT!?! I had never heard of a GIRL passing one of those before, and oh by the way, OUCH!!! So he decided to treat said pain with some antibiotics (which he pieced together with samples he had laying around the office since I don't have any insurance right now to buy any drugs). I asked the doc if there was anything I could do to help the healing process along. All he said was, "Stay away from the beer." Thanks a lot of help.
Lastly, do you remember back on My First Day of School I mentioned making a new friend that thought I was funny? Yeah, well... what I failed to mention is that this boy is B-E-A-utiful. I mean, really...it's just not fair to be so good looking. Okay, I feel shallow. He's got a great personality. There, I feel better. So I get off work today and I get a text message from said colleague asking me if I was hungry. Several texts later we had decided to meet up because he really wanted some Mexican food and a margarita. So I hurry home, change out of my java slingin' clothes and into something a little more not on the mourning side (I have to dress in COMPLETE black), and head off to meet him a few blocks from my apartment. I hop in his brand new car (I tell ya' it's just not fair) and we head off. The first place we try is closed. So this newbie to Portland starts to drive off and I realize that he knows Portland 100x better than I do and I've lived here my entire life. He goes straight to his second choice restaurant on a side of town that I had never even been. We go in, look at each other, realize that neither one of us is really all that hungry, but he is bound and determined to get a pitcher of margaritas to share because it's been "one of those days." I think to myself..."It took this long for us to finally hang out outside of the classroom and I can't even enjoy it due to said kidney." He poured me a glass of margarita but then went to the restroom. While he was gone I poured about half my glass back into the pitcher so it had looked like I had drank some by the time he got back. When he got back he declared that no margarita was complete without some chips and salsa, so he got up to get some while I poured the rest of my glass back into the pitcher, creating the illusion that I had finished my drink. When he got back he offered to pour me another one, and I smiled and said, "No, that's okay...one is good enough for me." A little witty banter, some big laughs, and an hour and a half later he dropped me back off at my car and I said I would see him Tuesday in class.
Good day.
How many times can a person say "said" referring to something else in one post?
Second on in the list comes a very embarrassing topic. I have had some major pain on my left lower side lately. My mom FINALLY convinced me to go to the doc on Friday to have him check it out. The doc couldn't give me a definitive answer. All he said is that he's pretty sure it's a kidney infection, but that there's also a very high chance that it could be that my body is passing a kidney stone. WHAT!?! I had never heard of a GIRL passing one of those before, and oh by the way, OUCH!!! So he decided to treat said pain with some antibiotics (which he pieced together with samples he had laying around the office since I don't have any insurance right now to buy any drugs). I asked the doc if there was anything I could do to help the healing process along. All he said was, "Stay away from the beer." Thanks a lot of help.
Lastly, do you remember back on My First Day of School I mentioned making a new friend that thought I was funny? Yeah, well... what I failed to mention is that this boy is B-E-A-utiful. I mean, really...it's just not fair to be so good looking. Okay, I feel shallow. He's got a great personality. There, I feel better. So I get off work today and I get a text message from said colleague asking me if I was hungry. Several texts later we had decided to meet up because he really wanted some Mexican food and a margarita. So I hurry home, change out of my java slingin' clothes and into something a little more not on the mourning side (I have to dress in COMPLETE black), and head off to meet him a few blocks from my apartment. I hop in his brand new car (I tell ya' it's just not fair) and we head off. The first place we try is closed. So this newbie to Portland starts to drive off and I realize that he knows Portland 100x better than I do and I've lived here my entire life. He goes straight to his second choice restaurant on a side of town that I had never even been. We go in, look at each other, realize that neither one of us is really all that hungry, but he is bound and determined to get a pitcher of margaritas to share because it's been "one of those days." I think to myself..."It took this long for us to finally hang out outside of the classroom and I can't even enjoy it due to said kidney." He poured me a glass of margarita but then went to the restroom. While he was gone I poured about half my glass back into the pitcher so it had looked like I had drank some by the time he got back. When he got back he declared that no margarita was complete without some chips and salsa, so he got up to get some while I poured the rest of my glass back into the pitcher, creating the illusion that I had finished my drink. When he got back he offered to pour me another one, and I smiled and said, "No, that's okay...one is good enough for me." A little witty banter, some big laughs, and an hour and a half later he dropped me back off at my car and I said I would see him Tuesday in class.
Good day.
How many times can a person say "said" referring to something else in one post?
Can we be urinary infection friends? I had a bladder infection a couple of months ago and found out I have bladder diverticulitis. I may have to have surgery someday, hopefully not soon. Does it make me old if I have a urologist?
Posted by
Tim |
10/23/2006 4:21 PM
Chisti went out to dinner with a cute boy! Tralalalala! (Yay for cute boys with good personalities and a sense of direction!)
Your work schedule would make me a crazy (or crazier) person in three days flat. You're The Woman for being able to pull that off.
As for the Item The Second, Babycakes, I feel for you. I really do. In the last ten years, I've gone three or four rounds with my mortal enemy, the kidney stone. Only mine have always been on the right-hand side, so the doctors always thought my appendix was about to explode when I showed up in the ER. (Now I am sans appendix, which should eliminate a few tests the next time my demon kidney decides to wage war.) The good news is, if you can still function, i.e. walk and drive a car without crumpling into a heap and calling an ambulance, then it's probably a nasty kidney infection instead of a nasty kidney stone. (Kidney stones hurt like a Bad Mother--the appendicitis that led to my emergency appendectomy was a cake walk compared to the smallest kidney stone I had.)
I damaged my kidneys by spending 3 1/2 months dehydrated while wandering around Europe. The doctors told me that I could keep my kidney problems to a minimum by drinking as much water as humanly possible (like 100 oz. a day, minimum), and eating a little less protein. I followed the water advice, but I've gotta have my charred flesh. Some people say that cranberry juice helps with kidney and bladder problems, but I've heard other people say that's just a myth. I guess it's worth trying if you like cranberry juice.
Dude, for your sake I hope it's an infection and that the antibiotics clear it up quickly. I wouldn't wish a kidney stone on my worst enemy, let alone someone I actually like! (Like you!)
Posted by
Unknown |
10/24/2006 3:54 PM
Good grief! Sorry about the novel. I guess we should talk more.
Posted by
Unknown |
10/24/2006 3:55 PM
Welcome to the Buck...oh, it's a joyful world filled with free coffee beverages, partner markouts, and more coffee. We'll keep you in our prayers. Hope life is well otherwise.
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Anonymous |
10/29/2006 10:29 PM