Here's the story...
I've been sick lately. On Wednesday, I suddenly got ill during our group meeting at work. I thought I might have to run out to vomit. Now, I never did vomit, but I sure felt like I was going to. I stopped being able to control my pen very well. I got really shaky. My limbs got weak and heavy. I had a headache. I went home.
The nausea stopped after a little while, but then I started having abdominal pain. Sharp pains in my upper abdomen, especially after I eat.
Blah blah blah, on Friday, based on many, many symptoms I've been having, I'm pretty sure that my adrenal glands are functioning properly again. Great. I still have some medicine, so I'm going back on that.
On Tuesday morning, I called in a prescription to be refilled. The doctor forgot to renew my prescriptions when I went for my yearly check up, so now I have to call the doctor every time it runs out. Only, this time I just called the automated pharmacy number, to have them call the doctor instead. Only, by Saturday when I went to pick up the pills, they hadn't heard back from the doctor, who they faxed on Tuesday. Um... so... you didn't try to contact them again? Maybe your fax didn't work? You didn't call me (that's why you leave a number)? It's too much to expect people to do their jobs, and they definitely had adequate time to get it done. I would've checked up on it sooner, but I got really sick! Saturday was my first day out of bed, and let me tell you, my little trip down to the pharmacy wore me out. I started shaking again.
So if it's not one thing, it's another. Yesterday was my last pill. I'm starting to have withdrawal symptoms now. I'm super dizzy. It's hard to walk straight. I think I can get the hang of it, though. Everything's so far away. And it's like my eyes will suddenly move when I'm trying to focus sometimes. It's kind of fun in a way, but it'll make it hard to work. I really do need to go to work tomorrow... I've been letting this reaction run three days too long! I hope it won't get worse before I get my pills... I'm calling the doctor as soon as they open tomorrow.
Oh, and there was a fight outside my apartment building today that involved a knife. I peeked out my window and watched. I thought about calling the police, but I knew that it would be over before they even got there, and I didn't want to deal with the police. I'm still not feeling well.
The nausea stopped after a little while, but then I started having abdominal pain. Sharp pains in my upper abdomen, especially after I eat.
Blah blah blah, on Friday, based on many, many symptoms I've been having, I'm pretty sure that my adrenal glands are functioning properly again. Great. I still have some medicine, so I'm going back on that.
On Tuesday morning, I called in a prescription to be refilled. The doctor forgot to renew my prescriptions when I went for my yearly check up, so now I have to call the doctor every time it runs out. Only, this time I just called the automated pharmacy number, to have them call the doctor instead. Only, by Saturday when I went to pick up the pills, they hadn't heard back from the doctor, who they faxed on Tuesday. Um... so... you didn't try to contact them again? Maybe your fax didn't work? You didn't call me (that's why you leave a number)? It's too much to expect people to do their jobs, and they definitely had adequate time to get it done. I would've checked up on it sooner, but I got really sick! Saturday was my first day out of bed, and let me tell you, my little trip down to the pharmacy wore me out. I started shaking again.
So if it's not one thing, it's another. Yesterday was my last pill. I'm starting to have withdrawal symptoms now. I'm super dizzy. It's hard to walk straight. I think I can get the hang of it, though. Everything's so far away. And it's like my eyes will suddenly move when I'm trying to focus sometimes. It's kind of fun in a way, but it'll make it hard to work. I really do need to go to work tomorrow... I've been letting this reaction run three days too long! I hope it won't get worse before I get my pills... I'm calling the doctor as soon as they open tomorrow.
Oh, and there was a fight outside my apartment building today that involved a knife. I peeked out my window and watched. I thought about calling the police, but I knew that it would be over before they even got there, and I didn't want to deal with the police. I'm still not feeling well.