Today was only my second worst birthday ever. Nothing will ever compare with the time I contracted an infection while visiting my parents, threw up all over Palm Beach county, the Palm Beach International Airport, and the airplane (I was upgraded to first class, too). Then I got home, left my luggage in the hallway, and took the metro to the emergency room, where I wound up spending the night (and most of the next day) hooked up to IV fluids, and came home with a prescription for Cipro (the worst antibiotic ever).
This birthday sucked too. I have a research paper due Monday, my Nana made me cry on the phone, almost all of my friends are busy or out of town, and while watching the Florida-Florida State game, my stomach started hurting and, wouldn’t you know it, I puked. Oh, and my dad forgot to send me a card and hasn’t called me yet.
At least today was redeemed by a Florida State win and an NC State loss.
