So this morning, around 10 am, I woke up feeling absolutely terrible.
Np big whup. This happens to me at least once a day. “Bad” sleep kicks my ass and I I wake up with that lovely “just ran a marathon underwater feeling, along with confusion, disorientation, a diffuse tingling all over my body. a feeling like i have been rolled flat then reinflated like a cartoon character, bleary eyes, overheated, sweaty, and last but not least, that special fatigue that I assume also overtakes religious visionaries feel after they have a spell.
So far so what?
But today it was different. For one thing, the effect was far stronger than usual. I was super extra crispy toasty. Utterly incoherent. Could barely string two thoughts together.
And for anothing thing, it wasn’t going away.
Usually it only takes around ten minutes to roughly 90 percent shake it off, but this time it just keept going and going.
I waied over 40 minutes for coherence to show up to play before giving up on and getting dressed so Julian could drop me off at the ER.
Yup. Oh lord, stuck in the ER again.
We all know what happened next. Tons of waiting only for them to never find a definitive answer. Le sigh.
Oh well. Not like I had hot plans anyhow.
Knee still hurts. Was totally going to take it into Urgent Care today but then I woke up feeling like death’s dirty underwear and had to go to the ER instead.
And now the knee’s acting up, so I have to go lay down some more.
Because it would spoil me if I was still able to just sit here quietly using my computer without brutal fucking agony.
Hell, I haven’t eaten in over eight hours. Boy. I am really firing on all cylinders today.
Be back in a bit.
Hopefully, I will make it to Urgent Care after I do Wound Care at the Community Care clinic tomorrow morning at 8:45 am.
I’m lucky to have so much Care in my life!
Still pondering the problem of how to cash my frigging check. Julian was wonderful and thoughtful enough to get me the form for switching my monthly check to direct deposit. So that will take care of that from now on.
But I have still got that one last check to contend with.
Plus I have to take the form to the bank and get them to fill it out. But I know how I will crack that problem : bring Julian into the bank with me and ask HIM to wait in line.
I figure that should do the trick
There will also be the minor hassle of figuring out how to pay Joe my rent every month. Right now I cash my check then pay him in cash, but in Direct Deposit Land, I will have to sign up with Venmo or Pismo or Pepto-Bysmal or whatever.
Not a major hassle.
Heck. maybe I will find a way to spend money online directly from my bank account and skip having to buy these silly credit cards!
More after the break.
The miracle of food
You know what I hear is good for uour health? Eating regularly.
Well I guess that’s et another healthy habit I have failed to acquire. Because here it is, 8 pm or so, and I am only finally getting around to eating my second meal of the day now.
And I know things were not always so. I am positive my habits used to be somewhat regular. But even my routine has degenerated lately.
The center cannot hold. Entropy always wins. Sooner or later, we’re all worm shit.
Fine, and you?
Hopefully I can get my knee fixed soon. Of my various issues, it’s the one that is causing the most ongoing problems.
My sporadic back pain is worse when it flares up. but at least I can lay down to relieve it most of the time.
But it’s tricky to find a position where nothing is putting pressure on that kneecap.
One positive note : I am proud of myself that just when the ER doc was about to give me the “remember, you can always come back to us if things get worse” brush-off when I said “So we don’t really know what happened, then. ”
And that forced him to hem and haw a bit then say that he thought it was probably an infection, given what he saw in my bloodwork and X-rays.
I am getting way too familiar with getting chest X-rays,
It pleased me greatly to at least set one of these breeze ER docs back on theirs heels for a moment by reminded them that they had not, actually, solved the problem.
But we had, at least, ruled out all the big stuff.. Not a heart attack, not a stroke, not pulmonary thrombosis, not COVID.
Yup. They did the Rapid Antigen Test on me. They wanted to give me the “real” COVID test, but I had that once before and when they jabbed that freaking killer Q-tip so far up my nostril that I lost most of the third grade, it hurt so bad that I saw stars.
And I couldn’t help but give the young nurses a look of innocence betrayed.
Poor dear. Not her fault. But motherfucker, did that hurt.
So yeah, I probably “should” have taken the “real” test just to be absolutely sure I don’t have the’Vid. But I need to be way calmer and better rested to be able to be that much of an adult on short notice.
Glad I don’t seem to have it, though. It might be just last a nasty case of the flu to healthy triple-innoculated folks but to walking petrie dishes like me it could still fuck us up real, real bad.
Like, early days of the pandemic bad. *shudder*
So ends another day in the hell of deteriorating health.
Tune in tomorrow, when my head will burst into flame.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.