cos yesterday I did something very out-of-the-ordinary; I took a group
of co-workers up on their offer of after-work drinks. I was already in
pain (I know that nobody wants to hear about my pelvic pain, but I
have been having that plus headaches), and I figured half a Valium and
a couple drinks might help, then remembered that I am cold-turkeying
the drugs (which isn't helping my pain any, but sometimes I do things
just to prove that I can), and so I had no Valium with me. :-) sigh.
So I went, which I never do; it is a testament to my Job2 co-workers
that they keep inviting me, really. I also don't drink all that often,
though I have nothing against social drinking. I just usually don't
have the time to be 'down' like that, the same reason that I don't
smoke pot.
...any longer.
Anyway, so I went, and halfway through my second double-strength rum
and coke, I realised that I was shit-faced...and in a *lot* of pain,
which was weird -- one of my problems is that I am way too tense, and
well, I had thought that I would be more...relaxed. Yeah.
Fack. So I had to wait until I sobered up a tich, one long
conversation, a greasy burger, and disco fries later. Then I excused
myself, went home, fed the cats, and passed out...then woke up about
four hours later, in even MORE pain.
...so I did something constructive -- I stayed lying in bed, staring
at the wall until the vet's phoned to tell me that Romeo's ashes were
ready for pick-up. I emailed off some shit to Job2 and then phoned in
sick. Then I phoned my gyn because I was in so much pain. She was
booked to the gills, but another gyn in her group had just had a
cancellation, so I swiped it and did housework until it was time to
go.
This Dr knew my old gyn...who died earlier this year. I swear to CC
that sometimes the world is so filled with bad news and evil that I
really have to remind myself why hanging around is worth it; this man
was *brilliant*.
So, a few pokes and what felt like twelve pints of various fluids
later, I am awaiting test results. Yay. I had them fax his rx into the
out-of-state pharmacy that he said my regular gyn would want me to buy
from (cos they don't put some preservative in their stuff my gyn feels
interacts with something), and I have a month to wait for a follow-up.
Once I am dx'd for 100% certain, I will let you know; it turns out
that my regular gyn has copious notes and theories on me that we were
to discuss in June, and today's gyn agreed with one in particular. We
shall see.
So then I high-tailed it into Eviljob and made a significant dent in
shit that's been piling up for the past week that I've been worthless.
Meg's birthday is Saturday, and tomorrow after our seminar, I am
driving out to meet her (and Sabra) for some festivities, and then Meg
and I are going off all day Saturday. Hopefully my rx order will be in
by Monday, cos this weekend is going to suck.
I hate myself for taking Romeo's comforting for granted; I miss having
a Measle to stay by me and ward off The Grim Reaper. I know that
sounds selfish.
ohhh...and I think I need to apologise to some Job2 people who tried
to drag me into a political discussion when we were out; I told them
that I didn't give a good god damn about whatever (Candidate X) said,
and that I was more interested in whether Michael Alig was getting out
of prison this year than who the next President was going to be,
considering the crop of buffoons from which we are picking. To which
someone said, 'who?', to which I said something to the effect of,
'ex-god-damn-zackly'.
Oh, bear in mind that I hate discussing politics (don't EVER discuss
politics with drunk people!), I am miserable, and in pain. All this
equates to zero tolerance for political stupidity. Meh.
Wish me luck tomorrow. :-/
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