Holy Kidneys

This morning, I was determined to be cheerful. I wore the pink shirt that came in the care package from my mom, and I bought myself and my favorite co-worker lattes at the Abbott cafeteria.

Two thirds of the way through, I realized that I was drinking two shots of espresso plus some sugary syrups. Yeah.

My kidneys hurt. I haven’t hallucinated, but now I know (the hard way) that I have not cured myself of my coffee sensitivity yet.

Hey – hey – so I might get a cat. There’s this cat that someone at Abbott is getting rid of, and it’s sooo cute (and clawless and spayed and all those good things). I’m going up to Kenosha on Friday night to meet and maybe become the foster owner of a cat named Katrina. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you updated.