ughh. . .w/a somewhat happy ending [part one].

I’ve been trying to make this my last resort to bitch. But here I am, alive and online, w/a load to bitch about. And since I’ve been a bad, sick ass blogger, I thought this would be a great way to fill up some free Internet space.

First and foremost, here are a few things that have remained unchanged and not fixed in this sad happening I call an apartment: a burned out kitchen light, a knob that won’t turn on my oven, and roaches running around buck-wild style.

Second, this very nasty, god awful ear infection that I developed over the weekend. The infection started Friday evening, I numbed it w/a few beers. Woke up the following morning not happy. I rode my borrowed bike to CVS, bought some ear relief medicine, and went back to bed. Woke up a few hours later still not happy. After debating w/myself and a friend for an hour online, the friend finally decided for me that I should go to urgent care.

The trip to and fro urgent care was absolutely awful. After the lady at the front desk told me that my initial deposit was 125 bucks and that the cost could get up to four or five hundred dollars, I had myself a minor panic attack. Took an hr. or so before I was checked, prescribed, and billed. Went to one Walgreens sent across town to another one. Waited another hour plus more for my meds. Mind you I’m in a great deal of pain during this span of time.

The icing on the cake, I couldn’t find my keys. After checking and rechecking my stuff, revisiting the pharmacy, I finally lose it. W/my backed turned to the counter, I sobbed [quiet like]. And like w/any climax comes a gigantic plunge to humility. I check the jacket [the one I never wear b/c it is mother fing hot here all the time, 24-7] and wa-la keys. I dried my eyes, grabbed my bag/meds, and walked out of Walgreens.