That was fun...not!
May. 27th, 2009 12:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabensonAs a few of you know, I have not been feeling so hot for the past week. We thought it was food poisoning, or the flu (not the Bacon Flu tho) but I just kept feeling crappier. I went to work yesterday and the gals convinced me to go see the doc.
I had to see different doc cause mine was full, and she tried for 20 minutes to convince me to go to the ER. When they couldn't get blood cause I was so dehydrated, she finally ordered me to go. She suspected gall baladder or pancreatitis.
When I got there, I told the ER doc that I had broken into a sweat at the office and he ordered an EKG. "Um, have you ever been diagnosed with a cardiac condition?" Haha...yeah, I knew I wasn't going home. I was throwing PVC's like Kerry Wood throws fastballs. Guess that is no longer a "we don't need to worry about that at this time" thing. My K was down so I got a delicious potassium drink (not) and a night in the ER.
I'm home now, on a super bland diet (I!NEED!CAKE!) and just killing time till I can call the office and make the follow up appt with my reg doc. She will either kill me or laugh...it has been that kinda year. I am ooff until Monday and ordered to rest.
Why is it I only crave pizza when I know damn good and well I can't have it?
Poor Mrs. CB...I think she is ready to trade up.
I had to see different doc cause mine was full, and she tried for 20 minutes to convince me to go to the ER. When they couldn't get blood cause I was so dehydrated, she finally ordered me to go. She suspected gall baladder or pancreatitis.
When I got there, I told the ER doc that I had broken into a sweat at the office and he ordered an EKG. "Um, have you ever been diagnosed with a cardiac condition?" Haha...yeah, I knew I wasn't going home. I was throwing PVC's like Kerry Wood throws fastballs. Guess that is no longer a "we don't need to worry about that at this time" thing. My K was down so I got a delicious potassium drink (not) and a night in the ER.
I'm home now, on a super bland diet (I!NEED!CAKE!) and just killing time till I can call the office and make the follow up appt with my reg doc. She will either kill me or laugh...it has been that kinda year. I am ooff until Monday and ordered to rest.
Why is it I only crave pizza when I know damn good and well I can't have it?
Poor Mrs. CB...I think she is ready to trade up.
