Day 250 of San Diego

I guess my body doesn't want to heal yet... I'm assuming I have an intestinal infection from taking antibiotics. My doctor emailed me back saying I could have an intestinal infection called clostridium difficile. I have never heard of such an infection, but it sounds awful. I don't even want to research clostridium difficile. If I do and I read that it's some horrifyingly terrible infection in which could turn you into some kind of goddamn zombie or something, I'll flip. I will literally flip into a straight jacket from freaking out too hard. 

I might take a stool test very soon. I don't know if the clinic I'll need to visit will be open over the weekends. I hope it is. 

I am astonishingly tense right now. My back muscles feel like stretched rubber bands. 

I don't understand! Why does the universe want me to suffer before school starts? I wish for a grand ending to the summer instead of constantly digesting medicine to cure infections. 

I don't know if my posts have been sounding a little sad, but I have become strongly depressed ever since my kidney infection... Sickness can mess with you in multiple ways. It's not only physically, it's mentally, too. 

I suppose a cat picture will make my readers smile. The Internet loves cats.