Instead, I spent the day either a) face-down in the toilet, praying for the sweet embrace of death, b) face-down on my mattress, praying for the sweet embrace of death, c) passed out on the bathroom floor, praying for the sweet embrace of death, or d) at the urgent care, where they gave me IV fluids and scolded me for spending so much time unconscious before seeking medical care. Being as I don't have a car, and the buses on Sunday are practically non-existent, I bore my scolding with valiant disdain, and concluded by throwing up on one of the attending nurses. Sorry about that.
The zoo would have been a lot more fun.
In other news, all of my deadlines for the week have officially been pushed back two days on account of plague, which ate my Sunday and has turned Monday into 'invalid recovery zone' territory. I am keeping fluids down at this point, and may even risk such extravagant splurges as Saltines and a shower. Sometime. Soon. Not now, however, as my head is still full of angry weasels, and I'm still not sure I'm over that whole 'praying for death' thing.
Plague: much more fun to read about than it is to experience. Seriously.
September 30 2008, 21:50:34 UTC 8 years ago
I actually did the same thing two days ago, but refused to get in the car to go to ER. It's my bowel obstruction and I'll stay home and bleed to death if I want to.
October 1 2008, 14:08:31 UTC 8 years ago
October 3 2008, 01:58:31 UTC 8 years ago
It was one of those days.
Everyone seems to be back on their feet again now though.
October 7 2008, 22:05:25 UTC 8 years ago