We had hamburgers for dinner tonight. While we ate we said, "Argh!" with all the ferociousness of pirates pillaging beef. I would like to blame the fact that it is Monday for our vengeful series of "arghs" but I think these symptoms are the results of hospital junk.
Last week I was incapacitated after severe pains/cramps throughout my abdomen. Josh took me to the Emergency Room early Tuesday morning and after twelve hours of having an IV stuck in my arm, blood samples, pee samples, and an ultra sound, the doctor discovered that I have ovarian cysts (the biggest one is an inch) and a severe uterine tract infection. Joshua waited on me like I was near death's doorstep, which was about the sweetest thing he has done in our four plus years of knowing each other. (Although the time he mopped for me while I was working at Arby's is a close second.) Ultimately, I am okay now.
BUT these are the gruesome facts of our situation. We are part of the massive population of students without health insurance (because we are supposed to be as healthy as horses and twice as strong). Poor Josh missed two mornings of Spanish because he was so exhausted, leaving him the dust for his upcoming test. I was on drugs for the majority of last week, leaving me with a platter of fresh served make-up work and a serious craving for extra credit. If people didn't know better, they might think we are good-for-nothing pirates! Argh.
This story has a happy ending. We are filing student health plan papers, Josh will do amazing on his test because he is smart like that, and I don't have to worry about scholarships for next year because...I will finally be done with this joint called SUU.
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