Yesterday was spent chasing paperwork to finalize my lease agreement for the apartment.
In a torrential downpour of huge black rain cloud proportions.
Yesterday afternoon, the lease was signed, after I asked to see the unit to make SURE it was in the same condition as the model I had been shown. Since we are in a high-rent area, things aren't Always What They Seem, and people will pay anyway.
(I was feeling miserably sick all day -- and I couldn't eat. I thought this was stress -- because when offered McDonalds' -- I said NO. This is not normal MM behavior. I thought for certain I was creating my own diagnosis! "LOOK HERE IT IS, STRESS INDUCED PAIN!" But. No. That's the end of the post.)
I have purchased five houses, and signed so many mortgages I can't count and seeing that huge end of lease payment was like seeing the end of the mortgage balloon payment. $18K for the years' lease. Thud. And a check for first, last and security. I could have bought a KIA. No, really, we could so sleep in this. But, I can't drive.
Part of me wished I had planned for this and had a plan to pay off the rent up front, but who does? It's not like buying a car with a $300 payment either. I have to drop $1500 every single month. I know that sounds stupid, but you have to realize, I've never paid a bill in my life. exMr has taken care of it ALL, sometimes poorly, but always 100%. He already grabbed the envelopes and discussed 'taking care of it' with me so that I, uh, don't forget to.
Because it's not like I would do THAT. La la la. I don't forget ANYTHING. La la la. Look, the sink is running.
It's done. We brought over a few items, let the little one tear around inside, and put stuff away for me, and let my son choose his own room, while helping put stuff up, and hauling some boxes. It's a bit weird that it's totally empty, but it's clean and smells of paint, and I think they got a kick out of that. Tristan put out a flowerpot for me, put dishes in the dishwasher, and asked if we could stay in my "hotel."
I told her we could stay overnight when we got beds for her and the kids, and she was okay with that. Soon, soon. School starts soon, and three kids need clothes and supplies ASAP, so things are sort of prioritized right now. We may be bouncing back and forth for a while.
I'm sick -- so this process will be a bit slower than anticipated.
After we moved some boxes -- I pretty much collapsed into a pile of yuck and asked Bob to drop me off at the ER.
My gut pain had increased all day, and I was getting sweaty and quite cranky. It appears I have a really good urinary tract infection, and I was spiking a fever, I have a fever right now. This is likely what has been messing with me for the last few days, as I have been increasingly sicker.
The symptoms of a bladder infection include:
Cloudy or bloody urine, which may have a foul or strong odor
Low fever (not everyone will have a fever)
Pain or burning with urination
Pressure or cramping in the lower abdomen (usually middle) or back
Strong need to urinate often, even right after the bladder has been emptied
If the infection spreads to your kidneys, symptoms may include:
Chills and shaking or night sweats
Fatigue and a general ill feeling
Fever above 101 degrees Fahrenheit
Flank (side), back, or groin pain
Flushed, warm, or reddened skin
Nausea and vomiting
Severe abdominal pain (sometimes)
The pain, since it's in the SAME DAMNED LOCATION as my "broken" made it impossible to tell what was going on. I got a few bags of fluids, antibiotics, and begged for an ultrasound. My labs were okay, my urine was bad, and my ultrasound was also okay. I am surprised, yes. But, it explains the *New & Improved* pain and that it wasn't in my head!
So there, bitches, I do have a little black rain cloud hovering over my MM tree. It too, will pass.
Yes, that sound you heard was me choking on the Amoxicillin. I am no good with pills. I take chewable seizure meds.