Week 2
This week started out pretty rough. Friday night, my neighbors witnessed someone coming into my apartment late and leaving even later! Even witnessed me leaving that night at 2 am to return at quarter to 3! Then leave again at 5! Sounds like a crazy night, eh?
The person who came over was my mom. Because I was in so much pain, I couldn’t really think. See, I have one small gallstone. One. Just the one. My mom left at 1 am after I took a Tylenol. By 2, I was in a ton of pain. So, I did what anyone would do. Went online to research home remedies and found out that if you drink with one cup of apple juice with one tablespoon of apple cider vinegar, the pain goes away immediately. That sounds great! But where do you get that stuff at 2 am. Stop and Shop closes at midnight. So… on to THE CENTER OF NEW ENGLAND or Coventry. To Walmart.
When I get out of the car, there is a guy sitting in a truck blaring what sounds like The Deftones. Something slow with a lot of screaming. There is a couple at the entrance of the Walmart, smoking cigarettes, and slow dancing. Ahhh… young love. Anyway, I go in and purchase my apple juice and cider. And to my surprise, the cashier wasn’t surprised by my purchase.
Get home and drink it. It wasn’t the miraculous wonder drug the inter-web believed it to be. It did absolutely nothing. So, my neighbors got to hear the sweet sound of me… throwing up at 4 am. At 5 am, I went to the emergency room and was asked numerous times what medication I am allergic to. Don’t they have a chart that says that? Can’t one person just write it down??? I was also asked what my religious affiliation is (I went to Kent). I told them to just pick one. I was so tired and in so much pain, I just didn’t care.
So, after an hour of waiting for the meds to kick in (not like on ER at all, more like Nurse Jackie), I had to ask for something stronger. I don’t know what they gave me but I finally got some sleep. They woke me and discharged me after an hour and a half nap. Slept the rest of the day. Been on clear fluids all week. Feeling better, thank you. I need to contact a surgeon… I would be out of work for one week. Imagine that. Getting an organ removed and being out for only one week. Modern medicine…
So, I am deathly afraid of my stove. Here is a picture:
Those green lines are an occasion smell of gas, whether real or imagined. I have used the stove a few times (remember i set off the fire alarm) but have been living out of my microwave recently.
My cabinets smell. My mom and I have scrubbed them and scrubbed them. They still smell.
I need to clean my apartment this weekend and do some significant laundry.
I have decided to find my gym clothes. Sometimes, I get lonely (?) or bored and thought it would be a good idea to go to the gym, when I feel that way, to be around other people. Can’t hurt? I will say that I have lost a total of 10.4 lbs since July 1st. Yay!
This weekend is supposed to be in the mid 60s. Sounds like some hot apple cider and a walk in the woods is in order.
