Ok – Feeling better now.

I had pizza. The first solid food I’ve been able to eat since Wednesday night at Souper Salads.

What a fucking name.

I had some Tuna Pasta Salad along side my greeny stuff. Came home. Tooled around on the web, fell asleep….

Woke up 3 hours later spewing my guts out.
{Gross huh – I added that for special effect. Hi, I’m five.)

Anyway, I was sick all night, crawling from bed to bathroom until I finally realized that it wasn’t just going to go away and called B. He came over and took me to the ER.

They weren’t able to take my pulse without me throwing up. Sounds bad, huh? But it was the FASTEST admittance into an ER ever. That’s saying a lot remembering those uninsured days of not so long ago. Hours of sitting until you’ve outlasted whatever it was that brought you there in the first place.

What kind of question is that “On a scale of 0-10, what level is the pain you’re experiencing at?” What??

Like you’re kneeled over half conscious with pain in the waiting room *knowing* it’s going to cost you twenty zillion just to get there and it’s not even daylight out for a 1? a 2?!

Silly, but for some reason I thought that if I said 10, they wouldn’t take me seriously. Like it was a bloody TEST or something. So I said 9. Close enough without being truly over the edge of believability – on my knees puking while they’re trying to get my to initial my “I promise not to sue” release form. “Ma’am – can you please initial – ma’am are you ok – can you initial here please – ma’am – here’s a towel can you please initial here??”

Crazy.

Anyway, after a few bags of the clear stuff and a nice NICE shot of demerol – things got conceivably better. I drifted in and out of consciousness, and at one point was sure the doctor and nurse had wheeled the entire room outside and Brandon was reading at the bedside, outside. We hadn’t moved, and I was having conversations without opening my mouth again.

B reminded me today that I asked him to sing to me. I said “talk to me”. He said “ok” and I said “sing to me” and he sang “You are my sunshine” and I drifted to sleep.

I *love* that man.

Okay, well the hospital charged me a trillion dollars and sent me on my way.

Sucked. Ass.

Horrid, really. Seeing as I’m only now feeling human again and it’s FRIDAY. I’ll probably be feeling my absolute normal self again sometime Sunday night JUST when. it’s. time. to. go. back. to. work. fuck.

*****
Just read Survivor from Chuck Palahniuk.

Loved it. He created this amazingly monstrous wonderful characters. Got through it quick – he wrote it so that you wouldn’t put it down.

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Monday morning Dad has an angioplasty.

Good thoughts. Good thoughts.

I know it’s a preventative procedure, and that I shouldn’t worry, but he’s the only daddy I’ve got and I can’t think about that. Nothing bad.

*****

Ok – other things.

It’s late and I’m thirsty and I’m tired again.

More later.