It's very funny to me that I opened this blog yesterday with every intention to read it and start my own post, but then I got distracted and never came back to it. Wait, that's not why it's funny. I got distracted because I was home sick from work with a fever and stomach troubles and had zero energy and zero attention span. That's why it's funny. Sort of.
Obviously, I'm having more trouble concentrating today, although I'm back at work hopped up on generic Tylenol and tummy pills.
I've never been really sick, I don't think. I got chicken pox in kindergarten, but that was about the worst of it. I've never broken a bone either, except for my undiagnosed pinky toe. there's nothing they can do about that, so I just wrapped it up for a while.
One time I had to check myself out of the ER at Walter Reed Medical Center against doctor's orders, but that's another story. And is hard to do.
When I do get sick, though, I'm pretty bad about taking medicine. My boyfriend's mom is a nurse, so he was raised to take a lot of medicine and always tells me exactly what I'll need to combat whatever symptoms I may have. Do I listen? Rarely. I prefer to drink Sprite or orange juice and eat fruits and veggies until I feel better. I believe that by training my immune system to combat things on its own and not depending on medication I am making myself stronger and will be able to more easily fight off disease.
I also believe, however, that aspartame will kill us all and that if I put my snow shovel back into my closet it will undoubtedly cause another snow or ice storm. Some times I believe things that seem completely illogical. But I'm ok with that.
sorry this post isn't so great.
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Sorry you're sick too. That makes like 4 people I know who are sick from all different parts of the country. Weird.
Are you going to tell the story about checking yourself out of the ER against doctor orders?
I for two would like to hear the Walter Reed story. You can really milk it for dramatic effect and sympathy points based on what we've all heard recently about Walter Reed.
Jane, would you mind if I posted my post tomorrow? It's late right now and my medication is making me too sleepy to post tonight (which, I suppose, is also ironic, given this weeks chosen subject). I have something to post, I'm just not in the state to do it right now.
The Walter Reed story makes a better comment than actual story.
One hot day last summer, I went at lunch time with some friends to visit soldiers at Walter Reed. I hadn't eaten yet, but had some water in my purse. We had to wait a while, but eventually started talking to a soldier whose convoy had run over a roadside IED and blown up. The room was really warm and his teeth were red from some medicine. The more he went into detail about his experiences and injuries, the woozier I got. I wasn't the first to drop, but I was the second.
I went to the hallway where the nurses made me sit in a wheelchair. I knew after some cool air and water or juice I would be ok, but they wouldn't let me drink my water (against regulations on that floor). so they wheeled me around, downstairs to the ER and made me even more dizzy. My friend and I were both checked into the ER where they made me strip down and actually hooked me up to a monitor, and STILL they denied me water.
Long story short (sort of) I filled out some form that said I agreed to check myself out against doctor's orders, but they still wouldn't unhook me and let me go. I finally got some water, was examined twice, and waited about twenty minutes after they unhooked while they got some signature on some form.
Actually, I just remembered that I detailed it all here, if you decide you want more: http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm? fuseaction=blog.view&FriendID= 31172319&blogMonth=8&blogDay=3& blogYear=2006
I think that link will work. If not, it's Soporific! for Aug. 3, 2006.
Nick - Sure! (I haven't really decided what to write yet anyway!)
Jen - I think that's insane that they wouldn't give you water! Of course, given all the horror stories that have recently come out of Walter Reed, that shouldn't really surprise me. Hope you feel better!
Oh, yeah, I forgot about that story. For some reason I imagined you climbing out a window hooked up to an IV while soldiers chased after you.
That would be a better story. Next time I tell it, I'm going to add that in.
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