just like always
After last weekend, I was determined to get me some things done! I was ready to go, planning out multiple weekends, factoring in family birthdays and prior commitments and school/homework and Big Bang projects that have sort of whirled out of control and balancing it all with moving, and then--
Monday morning I woke up with a stomach-ache. Not a big deal, I thought.
By the time I got to work it was so painful I couldn't move, couldn't sit, couldn't stand. And it wasn't just a stomach-ache like usual: it was accompanied by painful stabbing, fever sweats/chills, and definite nausea. My lower abdomen was painful to touch or press on, like a bruise.
I went to lie down in the backseat of my car and, after half an hour of absolute agony, called my doctor and pleaded for an appointment. The drive there was abysmally painful. I actually had to lie down in the waiting room because I was in so much pain.
The doctor looked me over and said he was pretty worried. I went in to give them a sample for a urine test, and apparently the trip from the bathroom back to my little examination room was too much. When I got back, I threw up all over the place - or it felt like all over the place; when I was done I noticed it was "mostly" in the sink.
The doctor immediately went, "Oh! You 'just' have a stomach bug! Okay!" and I walked out feeling irrationally better (I HATE how puking makes you feel better. It is somehow ridiculously unfair) with a script for some anti-nausea meds and orders to eat nothing but toast.
SO here it is, Tuesday, and I'm missing class again (already twice this semester, I am awesome) and I've missed another two days of work for this and of course I can't even feel bad yet because I am too busy feeling like shit and -- hahahaha, there goes all my motivation into lying in bed with kittens and feeling abysmally sorry for myself.
"A life in ruins with vomiting," indeed, Miles Vorkosigan.
I'm firing my immune system. I assume no one wants it, but it'll be up for grabs as soon as I figure out how to replace it with antifreeze.
Monday morning I woke up with a stomach-ache. Not a big deal, I thought.
By the time I got to work it was so painful I couldn't move, couldn't sit, couldn't stand. And it wasn't just a stomach-ache like usual: it was accompanied by painful stabbing, fever sweats/chills, and definite nausea. My lower abdomen was painful to touch or press on, like a bruise.
I went to lie down in the backseat of my car and, after half an hour of absolute agony, called my doctor and pleaded for an appointment. The drive there was abysmally painful. I actually had to lie down in the waiting room because I was in so much pain.
The doctor looked me over and said he was pretty worried. I went in to give them a sample for a urine test, and apparently the trip from the bathroom back to my little examination room was too much. When I got back, I threw up all over the place - or it felt like all over the place; when I was done I noticed it was "mostly" in the sink.
The doctor immediately went, "Oh! You 'just' have a stomach bug! Okay!" and I walked out feeling irrationally better (I HATE how puking makes you feel better. It is somehow ridiculously unfair) with a script for some anti-nausea meds and orders to eat nothing but toast.
SO here it is, Tuesday, and I'm missing class again (already twice this semester, I am awesome) and I've missed another two days of work for this and of course I can't even feel bad yet because I am too busy feeling like shit and -- hahahaha, there goes all my motivation into lying in bed with kittens and feeling abysmally sorry for myself.
"A life in ruins with vomiting," indeed, Miles Vorkosigan.
I'm firing my immune system. I assume no one wants it, but it'll be up for grabs as soon as I figure out how to replace it with antifreeze.