Hello again. I’ve missed you, dear website. I lost multiple posts when my wonky laptop decided to be, well, wonky. I’ve got a failing logic board in my poor little iBook. And a battery that is causing conflicts and shutting it down when the logic board finally allows it to boot. As you may imagine, this isn’t much fun.
I’ve been on the verge of losing my job all summer. First because of being in the hospital, then because of missing work over the car accident I had. Oh wait, I haven’t gotten to tell you about those things! In mid-June, days after the previous post, I finally went to the doctor. After days of laying on my bathroom floor in unimaginable pain, I caved. I went for more drugs. Drugs to keep things inside me long enough to do some good. They looked at me, pressed on my belly, said my liver was grossly enlarged and my gallbladder inflamed. And ordered me to go directly to the ER. Actually, they wanted me to go via ambulance, but I pled to just drive myself since my doctor is way out in Carollwood and I’m way down in South Tampa. So, I went home, fed the cat and grabbed a book for a long ER visit. After two hours in the ER, I was admitted to the hospital. They didn’t know what was wrong, but it was something to do with my gallbladder. Oh, and they couldn’t get an IV started in the ER…after six or so tries by four people. So once I was in my room, I got to have a mid-line catheter placed. That’s a big assed tube they put in a deep vein in your upper arm. It starts above your elbow and ends at your armpit. Big. But, it was the thing that gave me Dilaudid every four hours. Or when the nurse would remember. Dear, sweet Dilaudid. Oh how I miss having the pain be completely gone.
So, I was in the hospital for four days. Had lots of really fun procedures. Got a camera stuck down my throat and into my belly. They tried to tell me I wouldn’t be awake enough to notice. They lied. Versed, not as good as they promoted it to be. Oh, on the first night I was there I had a panic attack. That got me a psych consult the next day. Sigh. At least the psychiatrist is pretty cool – I see him regularly now. He promotes me taking stuff to keep me not panicked and not anxious frequently. Also while I was in the hospital my grandma died. And hours after she died, her sister died. Weird stuff.
So I was in the hospital for four days and discharged with no diagnosis. Supposed to follow up with another doctor. A couple days after I get out of the hospital, I go to an Urgent Care clinic because of the Super Duper Pain in my arm where the catheter was. And also the whole PAIN in my gallbladder. And puking and stuff. I was running a fever. And was peeing blood, apparently. So I was sent off to the ER again. I had a blood clot! Holy mother of ouch those things hurt. Luckily, I got more Dilaudid while I was there. And it wasn’t a blood clot in a deep vein – which are the bad kinds.
I was sent home, still sick. Given stuff to keep me out of the bathroom. And more painkillers. I guess at that point I got upset. Or maybe went crazy. Because I asked my mom to come to Tampa. Yeah…probably I went crazy. So I go to ANOTHER doctor the morning she gets in. Then pick her up from the airport. Then go to the psychiatrist. Pretty uneventful, except for the referral to a gastroenterologist. Two days later, a pizza delivery driver t-boned me less than a mile from my condo. Back to the hospital we both go. The GI problems have been pushed to the back burner because of the car accident problems. I’ve already seen two doctors, a chiropractor, massage therapist and accupuncturist. Next week, I go to a neurologist. So far, I think I’ve been to about 30 appointments since the end of June. I am not pleased.
So then, while I was off work with the GI and car accident hurtyness, my dear sweet iBook Lola decided to crap out on me. The battery was already mostly shot on it. It would hold a charge for maybe 30 minutes. Now it holds a charge for about 2. It’s been to the lovely geeks at the Apple store twice. First time, it started up fine for them. No issues found. So they cleaned it for me…because my laptop tends to get gross. That’s what happens when you live with it by your side. And have a cat sleep on the keyboard and stuff. Second time I took it to the Apple store, they updated the firmware on the logic board and got it running again. Except now it wouldn’t come out of standby unless it was plugged in. They wanted me to buy an expensive battery for an old computer, which I declined. I know that it’ll work if I just plug it in. So it worked fine for about a week and a half. Then the display started crapping out. If I closed it, let it sit for a minute and opened it again, it was fine. Stupid, stupid logic board. Then it started shutting down out of nowhere again. But it would come back on. Until the time I was watching Heroes and it died. And my disk was in there! Mostly I was just sick of the stupid thing and put it under a pillow for a week. I decided on Tuesday night to tinker with it. I plugged it in to a different jack, made sure it was perfectly flat and took the battery out and it started. And then promptly shut down 10 times that I tried to push the battery back in. Finally it worked. And has stayed that way so far. I just leave it open and have a screen saver on it, hoping it won’t die again. Stupid being broke.
This whole wreck has been so much stupidness. With the buying another car but not having enough money to do so. I cleared two bank accounts for a down payment and have a huge car payment for a crappy assed car that I don’t even like. And I’m driving an extra 25 miles about 5 days a week to go to the chiropractor. Which sucks for gas. Which just means The Suck.
Also The Suck is that my mom is living with me. First my dad, now my mom. Does it ever end? I sleep on the damn couch most of the time. And she complains if I watch something “scary” like Jurassic Park (raptors are fuzzy and cute!) or Heroes. Hopefully the treatment stuff will go well, and she can go home. And I can have my life back again. I miss things like sex. Jeez, I hardly remember you, dear orgasm. I can’t even get my own jollys because she’s always there. At least I could kick Dad out for hours. Give him the keys, tell him to go to the casino and not to come home till 3ish. Hehe.
Hmm, what else is new. My job is still going away one day…nobody knows when. And nobody knows what they’re going to do with us when it does happen. Oh, my accupuncture doctor is all kinds of awesome. He’s funny and smart and makes me not hurt. Also he makes me a little high, which I can’t complain about one bit. And he drives a Mini Cooper which gives him added points. I’m so glad I’ve finally gotten to try accupuncture. I think this is something that I’ll have to keep up with. If you’re reading this, and in Tampa Bay, you should definitely go see him at one of the clinics where he practices.
Oh, also…I think I have a crush on someone at work. It’s so silly, and he told me yesterday that he was in the middle of getting divorced, which…yeah. Wasn’t I just in that relationship a year ago? Still, there’s something about him that I think I like. Like the part where he wanders through the different break rooms of the building to get sustinence. He frequents the one by me to get root beer. I think he’s the only one here who even drinks root beer. I don’t even think it has caffeine in it! How can an IT peep not have a constant stream of caffeine? Anyway. I’ve spent two days stalking him online. I have no shame. I’m totally that girl.
