Fun fact: I'm sitting in a room at the ER waiting on Trace to have a test run. I'm quite familiar with this room. It's the same one I was in for several hours a few years ago.
I lay in this room without being seen for, oh, three to four hours, between roughly 2:30 and 7 a.m., coincidentally also on a Monday morning, while I suffered pretty much the worst pain of my life. I at one point got up, walked -- hunched over -- across the hall to the restroom, and vomited because the pain was so great. I eventually passed out from the pain and exhaustion.
When I woke up when the doctor finally came to see me, the pain had subsided (because in passing out I was able to relax my muscles). The doc the prescribed me Darvocet, which has roughly the same pain-killing properties as toast, and sent me on my way, assuming that my own personal diagnosis of kidney stones was correct. No tests, no x-rays, no pain killers. Nothing.
Well, let me tell you. I still have pain in that spot on occasion. Doesn't sound like kidney stones to you, either, huh? Right. Well, according to the second (first?) opinion I got when I was still in pain a week later, that's because it was ACTUALLY an injury known as costochondritis. My rib bone had separated from the cartilage.
Needless to say, I hate this ER, but we came here today because it's closer to our house.
I'm very worried, though I know it's not good to worry. It's so hard to see someone you love so much be in so much pain. And after the events of the weekend, this was definitely not welcome.
02 July 2012
07 June 2012
For the Class of 1999
This song popped up on my 1990s Pandora station today.
Which led me to remember this song.
It's hokey as hell (and freaking BAZ LUHRMANN??? Who knew?) But it's got a couple of great lines:
"The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind. The kind that blind-sides you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday."
"Don't be reckless with people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours."
Which led me to remember this song.
It's hokey as hell (and freaking BAZ LUHRMANN??? Who knew?) But it's got a couple of great lines:
"The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind. The kind that blind-sides you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday."
"Don't be reckless with people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours."
19 April 2012
"Some kind of screaming..."
Several months ago we lost a piece of fascia from the side of our house, near the corner where our bedroom window is. Then another. Then another started to bend.
Then the soffit started sagging. A bird built a nest in the gap. It laid eggs. The eggs hatched. The baby birds cheeeeeeped incessantly.
I called a roofer, who came and looked at the roof and told me I just needed a gutter repairman.
So I called a gutter repairman. He came out, gave an estimate, and actually did the repair the next day. I didn't ask what he planned to do about the birds. They're annoying, but I didn't want them to die. I was worried that if the dude messed with the nest, the momma bird wouldn't come back to it and the birdies would starve.
Trace told me to assume they were fine, which I did. I relaxed knowing our roofing wasn't going to blow away.
Until this morning.
I woke up to a familiar scratching sound. Then cheeping. Like the screaming of the freaking lambs, Clarice.
What's going on? Are they trapped in the roof?? I hope to God they just have other access somehow (not that I'm crazy about birds living in the roof) because if they were imprisoned alive in there, I don't know how well I'd handle that. I have this thing about things being buried alive. Poor birdies.
Then the soffit started sagging. A bird built a nest in the gap. It laid eggs. The eggs hatched. The baby birds cheeeeeeped incessantly.
I called a roofer, who came and looked at the roof and told me I just needed a gutter repairman.
So I called a gutter repairman. He came out, gave an estimate, and actually did the repair the next day. I didn't ask what he planned to do about the birds. They're annoying, but I didn't want them to die. I was worried that if the dude messed with the nest, the momma bird wouldn't come back to it and the birdies would starve.
Trace told me to assume they were fine, which I did. I relaxed knowing our roofing wasn't going to blow away.
Until this morning.
I woke up to a familiar scratching sound. Then cheeping. Like the screaming of the freaking lambs, Clarice.
What's going on? Are they trapped in the roof?? I hope to God they just have other access somehow (not that I'm crazy about birds living in the roof) because if they were imprisoned alive in there, I don't know how well I'd handle that. I have this thing about things being buried alive. Poor birdies.
11 April 2012
My brain is broken. Pretty sure.
Ever since Mom passed away, I've had an exceptionally hard time holding my shit together keeping my emotions in check around this time of year.
At first I thought it was just one of the cyclical "troughs" people in the grief counseling business talk about.
Then I thought maybe I was just losing my mind.
Then I thought maybe it was Easter. I have good memories of Easter as a kid, but nothing Mom-specific to make me almost have run sobbing out of a yoga class. Yeah, that happened.
Then, last year, someone made a connection for me: the ND musical. It's always around this time of year. Mom and I both were always a part of it, so of course I'd associate it with her.
This seemed plausible, even though I hadn't really been aware in the front of my mind, at least, that the show was coming up.
Well, this year, the instability waited until after Easter to show its ugly face. It's here, and the musical starts tomorrow.
So, that's where we're at today.
At first I thought it was just one of the cyclical "troughs" people in the grief counseling business talk about.
Then I thought maybe I was just losing my mind.
Then I thought maybe it was Easter. I have good memories of Easter as a kid, but nothing Mom-specific to make me almost have run sobbing out of a yoga class. Yeah, that happened.
Then, last year, someone made a connection for me: the ND musical. It's always around this time of year. Mom and I both were always a part of it, so of course I'd associate it with her.
This seemed plausible, even though I hadn't really been aware in the front of my mind, at least, that the show was coming up.
Well, this year, the instability waited until after Easter to show its ugly face. It's here, and the musical starts tomorrow.
So, that's where we're at today.
21 March 2012
Out of it
I'm almost — almost — over being sick.
About three-ish weeks ago (maybe longer, not sure) I had a slightly sore throat and a touch of laryngitis.
Then I got a bit of a cough. Trace had recently been sick and recommended I start with the Mucinex right away, before it got worse. So I did that, and drank several gallons of orange juice, and thought I was on the mend.
The next Monday, I felt BAD. Went to practice but couldn't do much. Friends said I even looked bad.
By the end of that week, I was feeling a bit better, though I was blowing my nose constantly and still on the Mucinex and Sudafedno thanks to city laws. Bouted that Saturday, did OK. Better than I expected.
By Monday, I was feeling even worse than I had the week before. I wasn't sleeping well or much, and the cough had gotten much, much worse. I was literally in tears because I had felt so bad for so long. Trace suggested I go to the doctor, but I was skeptical they'd be able to do anything for what I thought was a cold.
By Wednesday, I'd had enough. I didn't go to work. First time in almost seven years that I can remember calling in to this job because of actual illness. As it turns out, it's a good thing I went: I apparently had bronchitis, pharyngitis, and sinusitis. All the itises.
They put me on a 5-day Z-pack (thought they only came in 10 days, but whatever), and after about three days of that, I FINALLY felt like the end was in sight.
I'm still taking NyQuil, but that's just to help me sleep and not wake up coughing so much. At least it's a dry cough now.
In other news, Trace is in Minneapolis this week. Last night was his first night gone, and as usual I couldn't sleep. I was up till 5 watching Jenna Marbles videos on YouTube and after watching her makeup tutorial have become convinced it's a good idea to get some false eyelashes. I can't decide if this is the product of little sleep or a product of the fact that when Trace is gone, I shop.
Also, NyQuil at 4 a.m. when you are alone for the night may be a bad plan. I woke up around 10:40 and thought I could sleep a bit longer, then woke up again just before 1:30 p.m. The reason there might have been a problem is that I had actually just rolled over to go BACK to sleep when the little voice told me to check the clock. Had I not listened, I definitely would have been late for work.
About three-ish weeks ago (maybe longer, not sure) I had a slightly sore throat and a touch of laryngitis.
Then I got a bit of a cough. Trace had recently been sick and recommended I start with the Mucinex right away, before it got worse. So I did that, and drank several gallons of orange juice, and thought I was on the mend.
The next Monday, I felt BAD. Went to practice but couldn't do much. Friends said I even looked bad.
By the end of that week, I was feeling a bit better, though I was blowing my nose constantly and still on the Mucinex and Sudafed
By Monday, I was feeling even worse than I had the week before. I wasn't sleeping well or much, and the cough had gotten much, much worse. I was literally in tears because I had felt so bad for so long. Trace suggested I go to the doctor, but I was skeptical they'd be able to do anything for what I thought was a cold.
By Wednesday, I'd had enough. I didn't go to work. First time in almost seven years that I can remember calling in to this job because of actual illness. As it turns out, it's a good thing I went: I apparently had bronchitis, pharyngitis, and sinusitis. All the itises.
They put me on a 5-day Z-pack (thought they only came in 10 days, but whatever), and after about three days of that, I FINALLY felt like the end was in sight.
I'm still taking NyQuil, but that's just to help me sleep and not wake up coughing so much. At least it's a dry cough now.
In other news, Trace is in Minneapolis this week. Last night was his first night gone, and as usual I couldn't sleep. I was up till 5 watching Jenna Marbles videos on YouTube and after watching her makeup tutorial have become convinced it's a good idea to get some false eyelashes. I can't decide if this is the product of little sleep or a product of the fact that when Trace is gone, I shop.
Also, NyQuil at 4 a.m. when you are alone for the night may be a bad plan. I woke up around 10:40 and thought I could sleep a bit longer, then woke up again just before 1:30 p.m. The reason there might have been a problem is that I had actually just rolled over to go BACK to sleep when the little voice told me to check the clock. Had I not listened, I definitely would have been late for work.
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