let’s just erase the emergence from emergency, k?
| June 25th, 2006 at 17:09 |Right now, I’m an hour and a half into a dose of Ultram, wondering where the remote is so I can turn the tv off (or at least off Tommy Boy), but finding it increasingly easy to tune it out.
I wasn’t going to go to the ER today. After all, it only hurts when I pee, when I cough, when I laugh, when I turn on my side … and just because I pee when I get into the shower without meaning to, that doesn’t mean anything. PIFFLE
Damn, this pill isn’t making the pain go away, and I do kind of feel like barfing, but I’m thinking I probably shouldn’t have driven home because I’m kinda thinking I’m a little … drunK? High? What is the right term? Doesn’t matter.
Sooo … anyway. I didn’t want to go. Marcus made me. I don’t know how I’ll pay for it. Hopefully they don’t charge by the hour since I checked in at 11:30, got a room at about 2:00, and didn’t leave until about 4. And they gave me a serum pregnancy test even though I told three different people that there was ZERO chance of pregnancy. Um, hello? Certain things need to happen for a baby to be made, and they ain’t happening. So I got a pelvic exam, a UA, blood tests (serum preg, sed rate, CBC) … all normal, except for one of the pelvic swabs which we won’t know about for a day or two.
Bleh. I’m going to go take a nap.
