Much to my surprise, I’ve found myself in urgent care today. Back pain and cold symptoms that, it turns out, are actually kidney infection symptoms.
As if the full-body aches and the kidney pain weren’t enough, they suggested an antibiotic shot that will kickstart the healing process.
Sure, why not? I’ve had shots before.
Oh my fucking owe. You’d think the layer of fat in the butt would offset the pain, but it’s all a lie. I’ve never cried from a shot before yet here I lay, feeling like I’m back in labor again or something. I have to wait fifteen minutes before I leave so they can make sure I don’t have an allergic reaction – and it’s a damn good thing because I don’t think I can walk.
The rest of this day is set to pan out beautifully. My head hurts too much to watch TV or read. But it also hurts too much to sleep. So I’m anticipating a lovely afternoon laying around in a pain-induced fog while I bark orders at my husband and kids. I’m sure they’re looking forward to it too.
In fact, I can’t even be bothered trying to find a photo for this post. Get over it.
I need some McDonalds.