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Good afternoon babes

So how was everyone's weekend? Mine...went from busy, to good, to bad, to ugly.

Let's start by saying that my Friday was every bit as busy as I had expected. I left work around 1:30pm to get a head start on last minute baby shower things. I ran to Michael's and Party City after work, nabbed the last of the party supplies and then met up with Alisha to go to Sam's Club and GFS to get the food items.

After that, I ran home because I was supposed to meet Keith where we'd drink some beers and finish getting everything ready for the party.

That was the busy.

The next day I woke up at 6am and threw everything in the crock pots. I fell asleep for a few more hours to keep my energy on high. I woke up, got dressed, did my makeup, cleaned up, threw all of the party supplies, cleaners, banners, food stuff, and three piece crockpot set in my car. I raced to Alisha's, we took her car to Kroger to get the punch supplies and cupcakes, and then we got in her car with enough time to get to the hall without rushing....phew. And then her car wouldn't start....

Oy vey.

So we had a mini-melt down, becos her car tends to not start sometimes and she's been really pissed about it. So she called her amazing boyfriend and he calmed her down enough to make her wait to try it again until he got there. And then about twenty minutes later she tried it again and it STARTED! So praise God, hallelujah! We raced back to her house, threw all of her stuff in the car, and then we both drove through the snow flurries up the road to the hall where we set everything up and threw a nice little shower for our best friend.

That was the good.

I'm not a teriffic planner or speaker, but it did go pretty well. I just wish I had bought fried chicken for everyone...we ended up not thinking we had enough food and sent Kristin's husband to get a box of chicken and it was all cleared out by the end (glad he went). Anyway, the shower is over so now I can save my money once again.

The UGLY:

After the shower on Saturday, Alisha and I hung out and watched "People Like Us" from the Redbox. She bought taco stuff at the grocery store, cooked the meat, and then we made our own taco's. Now...I always thought I had the flu before, but apparently not. Because I've never had the sickness that occurred Sunday night/Monday morning.
Please stop reading if you are immature/don't like hearing about puke and shit.
So around 24 hours after we ate these taco's (that were yummy), I was relaxing on my Sunday night before the next work week started. I had some meatballs and spaetzle german noodles while watching Casper. Which I LOVE. I hadn't seen it in a while, but decided to throw it in. After that, my mom brought me an oreo mcflurry because I told her I had been craving one. Yes I am 24 and live at home still, I'm single and poor.
ANYWAY
After the shake, I took a shower and dried my hair. That's when I started feeling like I had an upset stomach. I was in the bathroom every five minutes from that moment on ... emptying my system aha. This started around 10:30pm. I was thinking it was because I never drink milk and maybe I was lactose intolerant. Nope. It was the flu. Around 1am I started vomiting everything until finally nothing was left. There is nothing, absolutely NOTHING, like puking. I absolutely hate, loathe, and detest the foulness that is bile. Ugh, so I tried taking my old prescription for Zofran (nausea) and it wasn't working. So then I woke up my mom around 2am and had her take me to the hospital in case it was lactose intolerance and not the flu.

They proceeded to have me wait for THREE motherfucking HOURS before they brought my ass back. I was moaning and panting in the waiting room wearing NO bra, red wings sweat pants, and my florence and the machine concert shirt. When they DID bring me back they said they were busy and had to put me in a bed in the hallway. In front of the little station where the nurses sit talking smack about the radiologist or whatever.

I was SO furious I was nearly assaulting the physician and any nurse that talked to me.
I'm sorry, but do not make a bitch wait three hours and then put her in a bed in the hallway where everyone can stare at her as they walk the halls.

I have a god damn social anxiety disorder and you want to talk about diarrhea in front of 10 dudes and 13 chicks? No. I don't care if they've heard it all before. Leave me alone. I was > < this close to ripping my IV out and peacing.

All I wanted was for them to push some zofran through the IV that was in my arm for three hours. But no. They wanted to do xrays and ultrasounds and blah blah blah for 6 motherfucking hours before they sent my ass home.

If that ever happens to me again, best believe I will tear that hospital a new emergency entrance.

So around 9 I left the hospital, went home, and passed out for 6 hours. And then after a cigarette, I passed out again for 2 more. And after that I had two pieces of ravioli, read some harry potter, and passed the fuck out for the rest of the night.

Today I went back to work and want to go home SO bad, curl up, and read. I will then pass out again. This flu hates me, and I hate it. Well played, flu.

Too bad you overpowered the flu shot my deltoid got in November.

Jerk.

xoAmanda