Body Functions and 5lb Boots

GRRR.  I am very frustrated because I went to a not-so-urgent UrgiCare today in between classes and they informed me that I am in fact not  peeing out burning acid and that it is indeed another UTI.  I'm not going into details because I don't think you want to hear about my tract system.  I just want to inform my readers that I am on edge mentally because of this and on edge physically because it's uncomfortable to sit completely on chairs or couches.  Fortunately, the doctor prescribed me with antibiotics and a pain reliever so I'm good to go.  Um, to the bathroom.

The nurse was super friendly which is always a plus.  She even told me I probably weigh 5 lbs less than the scale says because of the boots I was wearing.  The funny thing is I didn't even think about the initial weight she gave me, which then made me wondered if I should be concerned about the initial weight (?).  No, still not concerned.  I rarely use scales, especially not as a weight judgement factor because if I do I always chalk any gain up to the time in the gym I spend lifting.  What? I lift things.
Funny thing:  Mack went to the doctor's a little while ago and they told her she weighed 10 lb's more than she does (that's kind of a lot to mess up right?).  When she got home, my mom weighed her, recorded the correct amount and proceeded to call the nurse and tell her they need to fix their fuckin' scale or girls are going to leave the office with more than their prescription. ie, emotional instability


One of my teachers today confessed a concern she's been having with our Sex and Gender class since the beginning of the semester.  I thought it was going to be something interesting and pertaining to our curriculum.  I was very wrong.  Apparently she has witnessed too many students using their phone in class and it's becoming a distraction (weird that never happens).  The way she presented this information she made it seem like she's the only teacher dealing with this issue which was somewhat amusing.  She was nice about it, and made it seem like it's not our fault society made us so dependent.  She even asked for suggestions on how she could control it.  Perhaps she forgot that she is in control of our grades...?  This is when one boy, I kid you not, raised his hand and explained that he wasn't paying attention today and was on his phone because the subject material was making him uncomfortable and his stomach queasy.  Topic: female genital cutting in some cultures.  Nice, girls have to hear all their lives about male circumcision and a guy can't even get through one lecture about the alternative.
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Ailments Unworthy of Song

I pride myself on my immune system.  I eat healthy to stay healthy and workout (on scattered routine).  My mother always tells me how I was the healthiest baby out of the four of us (suck it, sibs) and rarely got sick growing up.  Of course, there are some ailments and diseases that don't care whether you live a healthy lifestyle or not, cancer being one.  This past weekend I was reading about the Stand Up 2 Cancer benefit concert that took place Friday night.  Taylor Swift (shocker) was one of the performers and she sang a song dedicated to the family of Ronan.  Ronan was 3 when he passed away from cancer, and his mom created a website in his name which Swift followed and ultimately wrote a song about him.  I find it amazing that such an awful and somber story created such a beautiful song.

After watching the clip of her performance, I thought about this past year and how I probably confronted more health issues than ever before.  Luckily, thanks to current day antibiotics my infections were pussies in comparison to any serious disease, and super lame.  The week before Spring Break 2012 I got the bacterial version of pink eye.  In other words, a gross swollen leaky crusty left eye.  My epidemiological background (close to none) tells me I may have gotten that from a public gym.
In June, Connor (boyfriend) and I went to Presque Isle and went on a walk in the woods because we can't be conventional and walk on the beach, and I SUSPECT it was there I was bitten by a Brown Recluse Spider.  Based on further research from the Urgicare Center and Google Images, it's to be said the bite on my upper thigh got infected and a nasty ass crater formed and ultimately left a scar that my dad makes me hike up my dress to show uncles at family weddings for.  My mother is forever ashamed of this practice.

Finally, my last week of summer was tarnished by a urinary tract infection (UTI).  Pissin' fire.  Public health perspective: These can be contracted through multiple means.  Dad's perspective: "That's from having a lot of sex, right?"  To Tom (brother):  Mom told me you were in the room at time of those said words, my sincerest apologies.

Feel free to write a song off this nasty shit, but I'm thankful that the issues aren't severe enough to be song-worthy.

*knock on wood* 
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