GEEZ. Sick AGAIN! How fast things change between entries, eh? Or from day to day. 28 hours ago, I was fine. Everything was hunky dory, my friends were coming over, Pizza Delight was on the horizon. Now I’m wrapped up in a blanket in my PJs, trying to gulp down a Pepsi even though I’m not enjoying it as much as usual (that gives me great sadness). And feeling pretty miserable. I’m stuck on this craptacular computer with my room half devoid of my stuff, the cat comes in, attacks, and leaves (such a loving feline), and I left the CD remote on the other side of the room. Hiss.

Regardless, this gives me much needed time to recollect and just zone out after the last two months of whirlwind activity. Also, if I don’t leave the house I can’t get any broker.

However, this puts a damper on my moving plans. I was supposed to load up the truck tonight and head up tomorrow, but it looks as though things might get delayed until Sunday. Which is fine, still means I get up there this weekend and can drop off my cheque for two months rent at the office, but it’s still not entirely cool that tomorrow will be spent feeling terrible. Unless I make another of my speedy recoveries that are FAKE. FAKE, I TELL YOU!

So anyways, yesterday after I ate my supper (this wasn’t even an hour after my last blog entry for crying out loud), and starting to feel the old crampiness and ickiness setting back in. I ignored it, thinking if it came back I’d tell mom. Sure enough, a few hours later after Holly got here — I ended up telling mom I think I needed to go back to the Dr’s. Of course all the doctor’s I know either blacklisted us or are gone. So that means a lovely trip to outpatients. Mandy drove Holly and I there and we got there shortly before 11. I only got to see the nurse around 11:30, and only went into the Dr’s office around 12:30 but probably closer to 1:00. Keep in mind that everyone got to see the Doc before I did. Rotten Yarmouth Regional.

We managed to keep ourselves entertained between the “interesting” viewing on the TV in the waiting area and the hot beverage machine that spewed out watery hot chocolate and chicken broth. After they took some blood and urine samples from me, they told me I could sit out and wait with my friends. Holly was wrapped in a blanket and Mandy was on a quest for a Three Musketeers bar. We hung out in the now empty waiting room and chowed on chips and Pepsi and Holly had her chicken “juice”. Which was apparently good.

Doc calls me back in and tells me that I can go home, gives me more poisony stuff and says he’s going to try and get me an appointment with a specialist in the morning. We then left the hospital, me armed with like 50 sample bottles to fill up overnight (which did not happen — I got home and slept), and although earlier I really wanted Subway, I was too crampy and sicky to care. So we stopped at Mandy’s to pick up all the things that she’d forgotten and then headed to my house. Almost ran over a cat. Discussed what we would have done HAD we hit the cat. I lamented I’d feel bad waking up every household looking for the owner at 3am. So good thing we didn’t hit the poor thing.

We got back and giggled a bit about the happenings of the night and promptly fell asleep. I remember nothing until 7:50, because Holly wanted to know if it was 8:00 yet. When my stereo alarm started up at 8:00 precisely, I told her and Mandy tried to shut it off, but I was a keener and sleepily turned it off with my remote I left by the pillow as per usual.

Then the Doc called at 8:30 and told me my appt. was at 11:30, so Mandy and I stayed in bed until around 10ish and then we showered and took off. Got there right on time and then I was out in 45 minutes, feeling very violated. I’ll leave it at that and not get into any gross details. But yeah, so we left and shopped around town a bit, and I figured that I would feel ok enough to stay and do the Pizza Delight thing but by afternoon I just wanted to go home and go to bed. So that’s exactly what I did, and I’ve been in my PJs ever since. Doesn’t look like I’ll be going far these days. It’s a good thing I don’t have work to worry about. I’d have been calling in sick for about a month.

Anyways, this long winded entry has finally come to an end. Maybe someday you might get some cruise stories, but it seems that by the time I think to, I’ll have forgotten the details that make a story a story. You may be all reduced to Meags-being-sick-stories for eternity if this keeps up.