Here We Go Again....

For those who read this on a regular, I have not been opening up recently about my current events.  

Last Wednesday after work I head to Goose Lane, my home away from home.  Now when I say this, I do not want you all to think I truly enjoy going to the hospital.  In fact, I hate it. But I have been dealing with this stupid stomach thing for a week, and when I got home on Wednesday night and called the on call service, they basically told me I should go to the hospital.  So we ended up going, I got pumped up with IV fluids, some Cipro and other drugs, and ended up heading home at 3 in the morning.  I was punch drunk basically at that point and all I wanted to do is go home.

Mind you, the nurse who was checking me in sort of remember me once I started to tell her what I was in for.  She looked at me and goes, "Wait you were here a few months ago....".  Woof.  I don't enjoy being remembered in the emergency room (even if it's not a busy emergency room.....)

Anyway, I ended up trying to go on with life like normal by going into work with my head down and do my work.  I was successful, and looked forward to having three days off so I can sleep off this awful stomach problem and hopefully have the medication kick in.

Sadly, I was mistaken.  

Since Thursday evening, I haven't had a full nights sleep.  I have been up basically every hour or two, and last night couldn't even sleep at all.  My stomach didn't get any better what so ever and I missed out on some fun times with my friends.  Instead of calling the on call service again this weekend, I waited until Monday to call my doctor to see what he would recommend.  I'm not happy.  I'm in my bed or on the couch most of the day and can't even fall asleep when that's all I need.

So yesterday my doctor recommended me going to the hospital either last night or today.  I do not want to go at all and when I told him I wasn't up as much last night, he asked if I started to feel better.  If I answered yes, I don't need to go today, then my parents would have KILLED me.  Now I'm just waiting to hear from Yale until a bed is free and my sick ass can get in there to start getting pumped with medications again so I can start enjoying food again.