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.

OMFG I am such a moron!

I couldn't remember either the email or the password of this account. And I finally get it right? IT'S MY CURRENT EMAIL! I swear I tried that before. I have 2 google accounts though and that's probably what fucked me.

Here comes a creepy doll.


Or is this the creepiest fucking thing ever made? I'm not even a Justin Bieber hater. I'm not a fan, I find his music annoying, but he seems like a pretty okay kid. It's refreshing to see a good kid out there. Jadi likes him. I believe a lot of little girls between the ages of 5 and 12 have raving crushes on him. As a thought, every girl in my elementary school from the 4th grade down had raving crushes on the New Kids on the Block. Patty still does (Donny Wahlberg) You may want to read the tags before you go further, because I don't feel like putting in a LJ cut. To continue, everyone BUT me. I fucking hated New Kids on the Block when it was really, really not cool to do so. Like I could be any MORE unpopular in elementary school. My poor parents bought me a beach towel with New Kids on the Block on it, thinking I would like it. I had to inform my sweet, misguided parents that I really did not like them, and refused to take it to school during our infrequent swimming lessons at another school. When my peers would ask which one I liked, most of the time I'd answer, "I don't." but if pressed, I'd perversely say the name of the least popular one. Jordan I think his name was? I actually still do have the towel. I can't tell you how many times I've wiped my ass with that thing if I've been out of toilet paper. I wash it, I mean, shit washes out. And the water gets really, really hot here. But yeah, that's pretty much the only thing I use it for. /New Kids rant.

Yeah, my child is refreshingly normal. A very gifted child, I believe, but normal and very well liked by all her peers. It's hard being different. Not so hard as an adult, at least for me.

Anyway, the doll is fucking creepy. If anyone has any pictures of New Kids dolls, I think I'll spork my own eyeballs out.

Transforming klutz to a superpower

I have come to the conclusion that walking with boxes in my arms is now beyond the limits of what I can do. First of all I had way too many boxes. I was up the stairs and made a wrong turn and slammed my head into the corner of the wall. I heard a crack, saw stars and actually cried a little, it hurt that bad.

Now I have a marble sized bump on the top/right of my forehead. And I took preliminary Excedrin to ward off a little of what will be the headache from the darkest pits of hell I'm probably going to experience later today.

I told my boyfriend I'm glad I didn't have to go to the ER. How would that look? First I "fall down the steps" a couple of weeks ago and now I"m in for "running into the wall!" You know they'd be asking me if my boyfriend was beating me. *snort* Who, this big bad sweetheart? Impossible!

I'm just one of those rare people who is the living embodiment of Murphy's Law. I have transformed klutz into a damn superpower.

Maybe that's my key to world domination.

I hurted myself on Wednesday.

Hence my conspicuous absence over the past few days. Wednesday morning, like a retard, I go down the steps and I don't turn on the light. Well, I count down. There are 14 steps down. At step 10, I trip over my own feet, I slam my back into the railing, and land hard on my shoulder. 15 minutes later my back and shoulder are in a world of angry flaming pain. I have to have Robert take me to the ER after he takes my daughter to school. They did x-rays...everything was fine, but I had inflammation of the shoulder and back area. They gave me Lortab...and that shit is genius. Absolute heaven in a pill. I still gave about half of them to Mommy though because 1) I know I'm not going to need 12 of them and 2) I hate having anything potentially habit forming in the house. I've had bad experiences coming off of a habit forming medication (and no, I wasn't abusing it.) So yeah.

So I spent Wed-Fri in incredible pain (and was silently thanking God that this was Bette and Robert's weekend to keep Boo because I felt like the pits of hell. I'm feeling much better today.

And now, I love you all, but fuck you. I'm going to play TS2.