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I have a UTI. I took me a few days to figure out what it was, so it progressed a bit before I stared medicating.
Today I head into work with a fever, my body so tight I couldn't stand up straight, and my right eye is almost swollen shut from allergies. I'm slow-moving, confused, and sniffling. I'm bloated from drinking gallons of cranberry juice. I do not think I am attractive, at all.
The men hit on me like I'm naked, covered in bacon and promising free beer. Like four guys nearly throwing themselves at me before noon. One, "likes the way I blush."
By the afternoon, the pain medication and allergy pills kicks in. My antibiotics are making me feel better. My hair looks good. And all of a sudden, the guys leave me alone.
Guys must like it when you look like you can't get away.
Today I head into work with a fever, my body so tight I couldn't stand up straight, and my right eye is almost swollen shut from allergies. I'm slow-moving, confused, and sniffling. I'm bloated from drinking gallons of cranberry juice. I do not think I am attractive, at all.
The men hit on me like I'm naked, covered in bacon and promising free beer. Like four guys nearly throwing themselves at me before noon. One, "likes the way I blush."
By the afternoon, the pain medication and allergy pills kicks in. My antibiotics are making me feel better. My hair looks good. And all of a sudden, the guys leave me alone.
Guys must like it when you look like you can't get away.
