Random Musings Of A Xinher

Monday, February 1

2:30am: I woke up to pee and vomit. Well, really to dry heave since I haven’t eaten anything since Friday night. I’ve been sick since Friday night so I’m off to the E.R. I’m debating changing clothes but I can’t be bothered so it’s off to the E.R. in my jammies.

3:45am: I called in to work to let them know that I’m not coming in today.

4:00am: I’m lying in a bed in the E.R., getting fluids pumped into me. I tried to give a urine sample but it was so tiny, they’re waiting until I get rehydrated. It was also difficult for them to take blood. The doctor came in and ordered a CT Scan. I was also given anti naseau meds.

6:00am: CT Scan is done, but I really wish the doctor had told me what kind of scan was being done. When you’re going to get a tube put up your butt and flushed with solution, you want some time to mentally prepare yourself. I joked with the Tech that he owed me a drink after all this.

6:30am: Doctor tells me that I’m being admitted to the hospital since urine sample showed signs of infection. Crap! I didn’t bring my phone charger. And this means that Nathan has to bring Sharky to the kennel, again.

7:30am: I’m up in my room now. I’m in the old wing but my room is at the end of the hallway so it’s quiet. Now that there’s cell service, I start making calls and sending texts to make sure that folks know where I am. I should know by now that a trip to the E.R. means I’ll be in the hospital and should pack accordingly. Also, the anti naseau meds have worn off and the dry heaving is back.

10:30am: I’m cold but I can’t cover up with anything more than a sheet because I’m spiking a temperature. Yet they won’t give me Tylenol unless my temp hits 101.5. Right now, I’m 99.8.

11:45am: Nurse has been giving me news. 1) Antibiotics will be given via IV to help with infection. 2) Apparently my glucose levels are high even though I’ve not eaten since Friday so I’m to get my blood tested 4x a day and if the levels stay high, I’m to get insulin injections. I am NOT happy about that. 3) Because my blood sugar is low and I’ve got the chills, not to mention the IV in my arm, I am not allowed to do anything on my own. Even to pee, I have to call the nurse for help. 4) I’m not allowed to have anything to drink, not even ice chips to suck on, because anything ingested is making me dry heave. I’m given more anti naseau meds. I am going to take a nap.

1:30pm: I’m woken up by the nurse to take vitals. Temp is holding at 100.

3:30pm: Phone has given up the ghost. Luckily, I wrote down some phone numbers before the phone died. Transport is here to take me to get an ultrasound. There’s some confusion on my part about what kind of ultrasound I’m getting. Turns out, NOT getting a pelvic, which is a relief.

4:00pm: Nurse comes in to give me meds and take vitals. Temp is 102 so I get the Tylenol.

5:00pm: Co-worker calls me on hospital phone. I talk with him for a bit but the combo of anti biotics and anti naseau meds are making me sleepy.

6:00pm: Another co worker calls, but again, sleepy.

7:00pm: Primary care physician comes to visit. We discuss how tests are being conducted and I’m not being told about them in advance and I’m not being told what they entail. She leaves half an hour later so I can sleep.

What would the theme song be if your life was depicted as a…

1. sitcom?
2. prime time drama?
3. reality TV show?
4. sketch comedy show?
5. Saturday morning cartoon?

All music (existing theme songs, popular music, etc.) is fair game, keeping in mind that the theme for each genre should connote a vibe sort of unique versus the others.

By definition, I am not a picky eater. I mean, you don’t get to be my size by saying “No, I won’t eat that.” Here are my Top 3 quirks.

1. I do not eat raw protein.
I don’t understand those raw foodists. I mean, I’m okay with raw veggies. In fact, sometimes I prefer veggies raw rather than cooked because overcooked veggies are gross. However, I can’t abide my protein being raw. This means I don’t do sushis, carpaccios, or ceviches (because I don’t care what folks say, acid from citrus isn’t enough to really cook the food). Now, I have on occasion, tried some of the stuff that Nathan eats when we go to sushi because I am adventurous enough to try stuff before dismissing it out of hand. However, I just do not like the texture of raw protein. This means I eat my cow/chicken/pork products either medium-well or well done. I can’t see too much pink or else I won’t eat it.

2. I do not eat food that is looking at me.
Seafood with the head still on creeps me out. Fowl with the head still attached creeps me out. I can’t have the animal I’m going to eat staring at me while I’m doing it. It’s just all kinds of wrong.

3. I do not eat food that I’ve seen alive.
This means I don’t pick a lobster out of a tank and say “I’ll eat that one!” It also means that if I’m on a farm and I’m cavorting with the chickens, and then you serve me chicken for lunch, I will not eat it. Most likely I will burst into tears and run from the room, yelling about how you killed my friend. Okay, that last example happened when I was a kid, but it could still happen as an adult.

I’m pretty sure I have more food quirks but I can’t think of them right now. I bet Nathan could think of more.

I think I’m suffering from post holiday blues. I haven’t posted to the blog lately since I went back to work full time. It’s hard to write about anything when all you do all day is work and since I can’t write about work, there goes that.

Anyways, I didn’t do much this weekend. I tried to sleep in but the dog makes that somewhat impossible since I have to walk him at some point. I did manage to go out to dinner Saturday night with an ex-co worker, her hubby, Nathan, and his roomie Erik. We went for sushi/thai food (the restaurant serves both). I posted pictures on my Facebook page but if you’re not on FB, you can see them here.

Today I had a craving for pizza but not a whole pie so I decided to drive to Burbank and chance the horrible parking situation to see if I could get near the Sbarro. I love Sbarro pizza. The crust and dough are just the right thickness. Not super thin like Brooklyn pizza and not super think like Chicago deep dish. Plus, Sbarro reminds me of my youth. Not only when I was a kid in New York and we would get Sbarro in the mall, but also of Huntsville. The only reason to ever go to Parkway City Mall was because they had a Sbarro in their food court.

I managed to find a parking spot right in front of the store, so I think it was a sign that I was supposed to get this pizza. I ordered my slice and ate it there. Then I ordered some spaghetti for dinner. Yum. I do believe that pizza is the one food I could eat every day and not get sick of it.

And now I’m going to go to bed and probably dream of pizza.

Dear Dude,

It’s hot in Los Angeles. Driving home today at 2:00pm, it was definitely in the high 70sF. I know this because my left ear was on fire from the sun. Also, you had the top down on your convertible and you were wearing a tank top (although I suspect the tank top was more to show off the multitude of tattoos you were sporting).

So why on earth were you wearing a wool knit cap? Was your head cold? If so, why not keep the top up on your car? I mean, wool cap, really? That’s the guy equivalent of those girls in the winter who wear short skirts and Uggs. Stop it.

Thanks.