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Rachel's Health Comedy
Jun. 3rd, 2010 08:26 pmI'm determined that what is going on in my life is a comedy, because I find it so much easier to deal with that way.
I am the comic relief character.
Let's count the damages. There's the whole feeling either ridiculously sick anytime I eat anything, or honestly at this point, basically even think about eating most things.
And there's the huge amounts of blood/various other things that they have extracted or demanded from me when I went to the hospital on Tuesday.
And there's the vague headcold/fever/sore throat type thing I've had since last night that I'm pretty sure I picked up in some waiting room or another (go me!)
And then there's the fact that the world is really, really blurry, because apparently whoever eye-doctor I saw a couple of weeks ago managed to eff up my prescription enough to downgrade it. So now I need to go see the eye-doctor *again*, as if missing work to clock more hospital time were, in fact, a legitimate arm of my job.
Things are okay, though. At least tomorrow is Friday--and I went to work today, and did alright, finishing out the work day. And now I'm home and finally decided to take the nausea medication the doctor prescribed me.
The doctor (who is not my primary care physician), was really reluctant to prescribe this particular drug, because apparently it packs a bit of a punch. But my medical record, rife with notes about what has and hasn't worked for such bullshit in the past, mentioned emphatically that this one was the only drug that seems to really work for me. I noticed after I took it that it comes with this huge list of side effects--among them "dizziness" and "drowsiness".
So basically I'm fucking doping myself into a stupor in the name of stronger constitution. For the ability to eat a normal dinner for once, that might be pretty nice. It hasn't worked yet, but I'm hopeful.
I seriously feel like I'm racking up this huge list of maladies, though, and it's fairly easy to turn into sardonic humor. I swear, if I fall down a set of stairs tomorrow and break my leg, when I'm finished crying, I'll probably laugh, a lot.
This may come off as a little disturbing, and I apologize. It's just been one mess of a week.
I am the comic relief character.
Let's count the damages. There's the whole feeling either ridiculously sick anytime I eat anything, or honestly at this point, basically even think about eating most things.
And there's the huge amounts of blood/various other things that they have extracted or demanded from me when I went to the hospital on Tuesday.
And there's the vague headcold/fever/sore throat type thing I've had since last night that I'm pretty sure I picked up in some waiting room or another (go me!)
And then there's the fact that the world is really, really blurry, because apparently whoever eye-doctor I saw a couple of weeks ago managed to eff up my prescription enough to downgrade it. So now I need to go see the eye-doctor *again*, as if missing work to clock more hospital time were, in fact, a legitimate arm of my job.
Things are okay, though. At least tomorrow is Friday--and I went to work today, and did alright, finishing out the work day. And now I'm home and finally decided to take the nausea medication the doctor prescribed me.
The doctor (who is not my primary care physician), was really reluctant to prescribe this particular drug, because apparently it packs a bit of a punch. But my medical record, rife with notes about what has and hasn't worked for such bullshit in the past, mentioned emphatically that this one was the only drug that seems to really work for me. I noticed after I took it that it comes with this huge list of side effects--among them "dizziness" and "drowsiness".
So basically I'm fucking doping myself into a stupor in the name of stronger constitution. For the ability to eat a normal dinner for once, that might be pretty nice. It hasn't worked yet, but I'm hopeful.
I seriously feel like I'm racking up this huge list of maladies, though, and it's fairly easy to turn into sardonic humor. I swear, if I fall down a set of stairs tomorrow and break my leg, when I'm finished crying, I'll probably laugh, a lot.
This may come off as a little disturbing, and I apologize. It's just been one mess of a week.
