I...have been so fucking sick.

It's not even right. Let's see...vomited so much from Tuesday through Thursday that I had to be hospitalized Thursday night. Saw Dr. McGillvary at Prompt Med an immediate care center. (I love her and if she ever goes anywhere, I'm going to try and get her in a heartbeat!) and she pretty much had me admitted Thursday night due to severe dehydration. I lost 6lbs in 4 days. You don't just do that unless you've lost water. A metric fuckload in other words. Though pretty much the doctor on call Thursday is on my shitlist, because she was on call, she took over my care to speak...and I honestly think I was released way too soon. I spent most of yesterday and today puking my guts up. I'm getting a little relief now. And that's pretty much thanks to my green friend. And Dr. Porter, who I saw at walk in this morning. I've been taking the medicine (I throw up everything that goes into my stomach, ugh) and he gave me sublingual (under the tongue) medicine to help with stomach pain and a compazine suppository to MAYBE help with the fucking constant vomiting. And when I say constant, omg. It's been insane!

I have an appointment my Dr. in 2 weeks. Fucking A. Honestly, if I'm not seeing some real help this time, I'm leaving her and going to either, the doctor Dad goes to...or leave Sandcreat entirely and try and find somewhere that will take my fucking insurance.

I'm really, really hoping and praying to God that I will feel so much better by tommorrow. It's Halloween, damnit! I want to go out with my kid. :(

Every single medication I've taken at home...has not worked on my vomiting in the slightest. In the hospital, they gave me Zofran. THAT shit works, but guess what my insurance doesn't cover it-unless I'm actually hospitalized. Phenergan doesn't work. I believe I threw up more after I got the shot today from the Dr that was supposed to stop it and the compazine doesn't work (though I'm taking it because I don't think it's hurting me)

Guess how many bong hits it took for my stomach to feel miles better, enough for me to eat a half a can of chicken noodle soup (mostly broth)?

Three.

How fucked up is that?

Oh, and add this to the list of shit that can only happen to me. I was taking a walk LAST Saturday, and reading my book (yes, I walk and read at the same time). This is a slow neighborhood. Not exactly watching where I'm going. All of a sudden, this 9-10 year old boy comes barreling around on a bicycle. Not exactly watching where HE'S going. You see where this is going?

Kaboom. I'm flat back on the sidewalk, slamming my head and upper back in the process. The kid lands on me, so he's fine. I, on the other hand, am still having a residual headache and massive upper back pain. The joys of getting older. Fuck. I pass out for a few seconds though because one minute I'm on the ground with the kid on top of me and the next second the kid is beside me screaming, "LADY, HEY LADY, WAKE UP! ARE YOU OKAY? LADY WAKE UP!" and my first words, "You okay, bud?" He was. I'm glad the kid is okay though. I couldn't have stood the guilt had he hurt himself too. Little fucker, however, landed on me. He was able to avoid getting hurt by landing on my squishy ass.

Went to the ER Saturday night because I thought there was a chance I was concussed, but I wasn't. Woke up Sunday morning with agony in my upper back. Agony. So I go to Prompt Med. Dr. Lovins is there (WTF? Seems everyone who quits Sandcrest ends up at PromptMed). Well, she gives me 21 Soma (muscle relaxer) and forty vicodin. I'm like 0_o. Yeah, have never been given quite that much before. I didn't even get close to taking all of it.

Moving sucks

Even just moving around the corner. Yes, we literally moved around the corner. Not all of our little shit is out of our old place yet.

OMG I've been sick. Like going to the emergency room sick. I've been 3x since Friday morning. Once Friday morning around 7:30am after throwing up all night and having horrible pain, once at around 6pm Saturday night and then 2am Sunday morning. My poor boyfriend's birthday, may I add. I was dehydrated *every* time! It wasn't the nausea that was the problem. I can handle nausea at home. It was the pain. The ungodly, twisting, grinding and sharp pain in my upper abdominal region. Ok, so the first time I go in, Friday morning, I get a shot of Zofran (which my fucking insurance won't cover UNLESS I get it through ER treatment) and Dilaudid (and this shit is...well, let's just say it fucks your shit up.) And I hate it. There's a difference between stoned and outer space, and this shit will send you to outer space. Not the best feeling for someone like me. Hate it. But it works. The relief is so worth it. 5 minutes later and it's like, "ahhhh". Well, I go in Friday morning, get treated, get IV fluids and go home. He tells me to come back if I need to. I'm okay. And here's where I fuck up.

My best friend and her husband come down. They're down here like once in a blue moon, and so we meet at Applebees. I order a steak, and a baked potato. And I eat mozzarella sticks. Not so brilliant for someone who was puking up everything the day before. So I'm back Saturday at 6pm and the doctor, naturally, tells me about it. My best friend took me to the ER this time and I think she got a little offended. But you know what? He was just telling me what I needed to know and what I did know and I told him I knew and should've been more careful. He was treating me like a person, not like a nut. If you have never had a diagnosed chronic mental illness, unless you are unusually empathetic, you will truly not be able to understand what I'm talking about. I respect that. He could've been a prick and said, "suffer," but he was cool and he gave me the Zofran (the brilliant anti nausea medicine, phenergan sucks compared to it) and the Dilaudid.

Okay. 2 in the morning Sunday morning. I'm in again. Dehydrated. In pain. I'm taken in and hooked up to an IV right away. They have some brilliant people in the Columbus ER right now as far as hooking up IV's go. And my veins are horrible! Small, tiny and they love to move. I got the trifecta of fucked up veins. Anyway, this time they get me in and hook me up to a liter of fluids, gave me the Zofran and the Dilaudid right away. The pain is unreal. Seriously unreal. But the Dilaudid took it down to an 8 the last time they asked (10 minutes later). Then the pain started to go down. Way down. I'm halfway asleep and visiting the Andromeda galaxy when all of a sudden I go from 2,500,000 light years away to the moment of the big bang. The nurse had loaded me with what I thought was saline, but it ended up being another Zofran and ANOTHER full dose of Dilaudid. I look at the nurse and go, "Do you know when my uncle's birthday is?" and immediately felt like a tard. It was only 2 1/2 hours later. Holy shit. I was unable to walk out of the ER that night. But I went home, slept, and have been keeping down clear liquids and toast ever since.

I'm still sick. I have some kind of really fucked up stomach bug. It's not the flu, but whatever it is, the fucker is a mean ass virus. Vicious. I'm still having bouts of diarrhea, though I'm able to keep hydrated. I haven't seen my daughter since Thursday morning. But this is a vicious bug and I would not want to see her with it. Holy mother of God.

So the boyfriend's been on his own.

Another reason I've been away? I've had no internet. Fucking comcast has to bring me a USB capable modem, doesn't leave the installation disk for the hardware, go to the local office, they don't support it anymore! I have to buy a $30 USB to Ethernet adaptor. Good thing I know how to bitch, because I got $40 taken off my Comcast bill. So there. NOW I FINALLY HAS INTERNET! May the world rejoice! What an ordeal!

I'm tired of the inside of hospital rooms. Thank God I didn't have to stay...but ER's and hospitals and IV's and hospital beds and pain and sick and dizziness...over it already! Please let me feel better soon!

I'm going to see my Dr. and ask to see a urologist because I think there may be something fucked up with my kidneys or my bladder. Having this pain reoccur every few months...it's not normal. My brain gives me enough issues, my body doesn't need to crap out on me too.

Finally through the worst of it

Though fuck me almighty I was SICK! Oh, and that's not EVEN the best part. I was hospitalized, this couple of weeks, a grand total of three times. Twice at Columbus, once at Franklin. Because nobody could seem to come to a general fucking consensus (even in one hospital, according to Columbus!) as to WHAT THE FUCK WAS ACTUALLY WRONG WITH ME?

Blergh. Finally got it pinned down, to what amounts, AGAIN, to a severe urinary tract infection! So I'm now on the right medicine and I'm finally keeping things down, because shit you not, I could keep nothing down. I'm following up w/my family doctor as soon as I can get in (which will be 2-3 weeks for sure, and it SUCKS but there's not one fucking thing I can do about it.) But yeah. I'm just got through a day of staying at Mom and Dad's (I stayed a night, then came home for a day, then went back for another day and had to come home today, because though I love my Mom and Dad, they drive me batshit. I HATE getting mad at Mom because I always feel so horrible about it, and Dad anymore too, I just don't want to fucking argue. I don't know how long I have with them. And yet, I stay longer than a day and I want to beat my own brains in with a blender.

So that's pretty much been my two weeks in a nutshell. No debit card because Centra sucks at relaying information to their fucking Cardholder services. I should've been referred to a different number to request a new card and they told me they could when they couldn't...it was all a bunch of shit. Long story short, with a quick escalation to the supervisor, my card is getting FedExed to me at their cost. Damn straight.

If only I could get such satisfaction with my health now, knock on wood, I'm feeling healthier than I have in almost 3 weeks. Fuck!

Saturday night out with my cousin

...was pretty fun. Got to squishle some kittens that one of their many cats had before we left. They were adorable! One thing I could respect about his mom if I could like her is that she seems to like cats just about as much as I do. In fact, she's pretty much advanced along the path of the crazy cat lady. That will not sway me from my destiny, only I'll...spay and neuter my cats because I just think it's wrong not to.

My cousin chose a chinese buffet. Another thing I love (and always have) about this kid is that he will say highly inappropriate things in public and it can be pretty hilarious. We sat down, then grabbed our plates and went up to the buffet. Everything was labled but one or 2 things. I'm looking at something and I'm like, "What's this?" and he goes, "Probably cat," which I just bust out laughing. So then I grab the teriyaki chicken and he says, "Cat on a stick?" Then I say, "No, I think it smells more like dog."

Of course, we both knew we weren't eating cat or dog...that's kind of the way the kid is though. It doesn't really matter who's around either. Like the restaurant employees, for instance. Which, me being evil, made me snicker that much harder. And sometimes, instead of being embarassed, it's more fun to roll with it. My boyfriend looked like he wanted to fall into the floor and disappear into an alternate universe, but I think he had fun.

Then we had to take him back home, and hugged some more kittens before we left. I hope to make this a regular thing. Take him out every other weekend or so.

My daughter has a doctor's appointment today at 3:15 because she said she felt like going to school today. I'm just hoping something can be done to get rid of this freaking cough.