Kidney stones? Not just clean...MONICA clean...

I went to the hospital over the weekend for a fever

and whatnot.

The whole thing was pretty boring so I'm not

going to write about all of it.

When I got there they told me I had a fever of 101,

which isn't the end of the world, but it's no good.

So these obviously noob male nurses decided that since

I had a fever they should take my blood and

give me an IV.

For anyone that knows me, this is futile.

It took two male nurses and man friend to keep me

still long enough to get the needle in me

and they didn't even get a good sample cause they

were dumb.

Then we find out I never had to do all that in the

first place.

(Insert aggravated noise here)

The doctor proceeds to tell me I may have

another kidney stone.

So we take a cat scan which is sure to skyrocket

my bill and find out this is not the case either.

This boring story just concludes with me taking lots of

antibiotics and cranberry juice.

All in all.
No kidney stones this time.

I used to get so mad when people called me "Monica".

I thought I wasn't nearly that clean.

But after living with people and having to bite your tongue

with certain things to not come off crazy, I realized I

just may be a lot like her.

Which I guess really isn't a bad thing except that

people actually DO think you're crazy.

So after the talk about living alone was had, I've been unable to

control myself from freaking out about everything I'll

have to clean when everyone leaves.

It's like a disease.