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I'm very good at one thing in life... and that one thing is hurting myself. Whether it be falling in a parking lot and spraining my ankle, punching a brick wall and breaking my finger, shattering a glass by accident and driving the shards deep into my hand while washing it, having massive attacks of vertigo, or even just having a headache so bad i can't move coupled with a fever to the point where I see shit... I've been to the Emergency room for all of these within the past 10 years.
At 3 AM this morning, I added a new one. Well, it's not so much a new one as it is a return to an old one.
The backstory on this goes back to when I was in 6th grade... well the summer between 6th and 7th really. One night I started to get a headache, so I went to bed early... that's the last thing I remember clearly. According to my parents, sometime during the night I spiked a fever, the headache got worse... and I started seeing shit. My parents gave me tylenol, they gave me a tepid bath, but they said it just kept getting worse... so they took me to the hospital... where they preceded to run every test they could think of on me. EKG, CAT scan, Spinal tap (it's during the spinal tap that I snapped out of my hallucinations... you try coming to with a 6 inch needle jammed in your spine and 2 huge nurses aides holding you down so you don't paralyze yourself), blood work... then kept me under observation for a week. Yea... that was a lot of fun.
So I get home last night at 12:45 and start getting a little bit of a headache... whatever, I've had a long day, I've got an ear infection and I'm getting over a cold. So i make myself something quick to eat, figuring it's because my sugar is low or something of the sort... and the headache gets worse. So then I drink a big glass of water, figuring maybe I'm dehydrated... and it gets worse. At this point I take 3 extra strength 500mg tablets of Percogesic... which is amazing stuff by the way, best pain reliever i've ever taken... and lay down. At this point it's about 1:30... when suddenly I get the cold chills... then break out into a sweat. I grab my thermometer... I'm running a temperature of 100... nothing really to worry about, the percogesic should take care of the fever and the pain... just wait it out.
By 2:45 the pain is almost unbearable to the point that when I close my eyes I'm seeing colors, and my fever is up to around 101.7... time to start getting worried. So I call Boris to cancel my interview for this morning, call Julie to inform her I'm going to the hospital, get up, and walk the 7 blocks to Wilzig Medical Center in Jersey City.
I got to see a new emergency room last night... that was fucking exciting. Usually I go to Morristown Memorial Hospital... but I was in no fucking shape to drive... walking to the hospital was bad enough. I get there, talk to the Triage nurse, and thankfully they put me in a room with no windows anda ll the lights off... and they give me percoset! YAY!!! Then they proceed to run a bank of tests... blood, EKG, CAT scan... and for the next 5 hours I'm a fucking guinea pig. They have an ENT specialist look at me (Ear, Nose, and Throat for those of you who don't know), and my sinuses are clear... so they have no clue why this happened.
So my fever breaks around 6am, and they ask if I want to stay in for observation... something I have NO inclination to do. I fucking hate hospitals... too many bad memories attached to them. So they give me a prescription for T3 (tylenol with codiene... and no, none of you can have any) and send me on my merry way.
Ok... walking home stoned on percoset was fucking amazing. It took me 30 minutes to walk 7 blocks. I got home, spoke with boris, smoothed everything over with ERT, called Julie to let her know I was alive... and finally went to sleep.
Now here i am at work... on painkillers. Why are you at work bryan? you ask. Because I have no more sick days and I was out 2 days last week with bronchitis...so I really can't afford to miss any more work... what with the whole moving into a new apartment this weekend and paying rent and whatnot. I still have a slight headache... but at this point everything around me is far too awesome to care about a little pain.
Hee hee.
Now next week I have to go see a Neurologist to figure out why the fuck this happened... and probably be put back on Inderall for my fucking trouble... woo hoo :(.
At 3 AM this morning, I added a new one. Well, it's not so much a new one as it is a return to an old one.
The backstory on this goes back to when I was in 6th grade... well the summer between 6th and 7th really. One night I started to get a headache, so I went to bed early... that's the last thing I remember clearly. According to my parents, sometime during the night I spiked a fever, the headache got worse... and I started seeing shit. My parents gave me tylenol, they gave me a tepid bath, but they said it just kept getting worse... so they took me to the hospital... where they preceded to run every test they could think of on me. EKG, CAT scan, Spinal tap (it's during the spinal tap that I snapped out of my hallucinations... you try coming to with a 6 inch needle jammed in your spine and 2 huge nurses aides holding you down so you don't paralyze yourself), blood work... then kept me under observation for a week. Yea... that was a lot of fun.
So I get home last night at 12:45 and start getting a little bit of a headache... whatever, I've had a long day, I've got an ear infection and I'm getting over a cold. So i make myself something quick to eat, figuring it's because my sugar is low or something of the sort... and the headache gets worse. So then I drink a big glass of water, figuring maybe I'm dehydrated... and it gets worse. At this point I take 3 extra strength 500mg tablets of Percogesic... which is amazing stuff by the way, best pain reliever i've ever taken... and lay down. At this point it's about 1:30... when suddenly I get the cold chills... then break out into a sweat. I grab my thermometer... I'm running a temperature of 100... nothing really to worry about, the percogesic should take care of the fever and the pain... just wait it out.
By 2:45 the pain is almost unbearable to the point that when I close my eyes I'm seeing colors, and my fever is up to around 101.7... time to start getting worried. So I call Boris to cancel my interview for this morning, call Julie to inform her I'm going to the hospital, get up, and walk the 7 blocks to Wilzig Medical Center in Jersey City.
I got to see a new emergency room last night... that was fucking exciting. Usually I go to Morristown Memorial Hospital... but I was in no fucking shape to drive... walking to the hospital was bad enough. I get there, talk to the Triage nurse, and thankfully they put me in a room with no windows anda ll the lights off... and they give me percoset! YAY!!! Then they proceed to run a bank of tests... blood, EKG, CAT scan... and for the next 5 hours I'm a fucking guinea pig. They have an ENT specialist look at me (Ear, Nose, and Throat for those of you who don't know), and my sinuses are clear... so they have no clue why this happened.
So my fever breaks around 6am, and they ask if I want to stay in for observation... something I have NO inclination to do. I fucking hate hospitals... too many bad memories attached to them. So they give me a prescription for T3 (tylenol with codiene... and no, none of you can have any) and send me on my merry way.
Ok... walking home stoned on percoset was fucking amazing. It took me 30 minutes to walk 7 blocks. I got home, spoke with boris, smoothed everything over with ERT, called Julie to let her know I was alive... and finally went to sleep.
Now here i am at work... on painkillers. Why are you at work bryan? you ask. Because I have no more sick days and I was out 2 days last week with bronchitis...so I really can't afford to miss any more work... what with the whole moving into a new apartment this weekend and paying rent and whatnot. I still have a slight headache... but at this point everything around me is far too awesome to care about a little pain.
Hee hee.
Now next week I have to go see a Neurologist to figure out why the fuck this happened... and probably be put back on Inderall for my fucking trouble... woo hoo :(.