So I've been very ill this last week. It makes an impression when you pass out in front of all of your co-workers and your boss at a very important meeting. It's not good when they find you face first in the snow in the parking lot. Yep, that was me. Making an impression at the new job. The Superintendent took me to the emergency clinic where she was asked if she was my mother after my boss confiscated the keys to my truck. The Superintendent (aka Big Boss) asked me my phone number and I couldn't remember it. She asked my parents' number and I couldn't remember it either.
If I had been more then semi-aware of my surroundings I would have been worried about the doctor at the emergency clinic who didn't know how to spell the illness he thought I had and who looked like he was sixteen complete with black baggy pants draping off his boxers. It might have concerned me that he was focusing on things that didn't hurt. But I was not myself. Luckily my new co-workers rallied - the next day my boss called up two other co-workers and told them they were taking me to Los Anchorage (one was going anyway), another co-worker commandeered my pets.
I had been to City-of-Ice-Sculptures the weekend before for work and by the time the weekend had come had checked myself into the emergency clinic there. I thought the diagnosis seemed a bit bogus but was going to give the meds a shot. I thought I was fine at the meeting - really, I did. Then I crashed, spectacularly. So now, between the clinic here, the one in City-of-Ice-Sculptures, and Los Anchorage I now have three completely different diagnoses - and my symptoms don't fit any of them. Argh.
Just days before this the Disreputable Dog blew both his posterior cruciate ligaments (that's akin to a human ACL). He's scheduled for surgery next week. Last night Marlboro Man (my step-father) passed away - I can't absorb it. Oh, and that volcano (Mt. ReDoubt) is exploding - luckily the ash is not falling but it may prevent me from flying out of here.
Anywho, that's where I've been. Signing off for now....
24 March 2009
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Oh now! This all sounds rather scary. I hope the doctors have figured it out and started you on the road to recovery by now.
ReplyDeleteGood god. I'm so sorry about the loss of your step-father, and all else that has broken loose of late... and really really hope you get a firm diagnosis and feel better soon.
ReplyDeleteHang in there...
Oh no! I am so sorry about your step-father. I hope you have a real diagnosis by now and are getting better.... Hang in there!
ReplyDeleteIt looks like you're under a tremendous amount of stress wayfarer; take a break, rest, treat yourself and the disreputable dog. Two cruciates in one shot!
ReplyDeleteI hope you get better soon
Oh, Wayfarer, I'm so sorry to hear about your step-father. I hope that your diagnosis gets straightened out and you start to feel better soon!
ReplyDeleteAll I can say is that I am thinking of you in this terrible time. I'm sorry to hear of your loss, I hope the DD recovers well from the surgery, and you have my best wishes for a complete recovery from your illness.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear all this.
ReplyDeleteHope you have now figured out what's up and a way to get better.
All the best.
My condolences for the loss of your stepfather and all the other stuff piled on top of that.
ReplyDeleteI hope you and the DD start feeling better soon!
Good gosh. Talk about everything hitting at once. I am so sorry to hear of your stepfather's death. And this illness of yours - whatever it is - I hope it is shortlived. I'm thinking of you - get yourself and DD healed. Wow.
ReplyDeleteWow. My thoughts and prayers are with you and yours, especially poochie. Be safe.
ReplyDeleteOh, this sounds like too much at once! Sorry to hear about the death of your stepfather. I hope you and DD will be getting better soon, and that you can fly out if you need to!
ReplyDeleteHope you get properly diagnosed and treated, and I'm so sorry to hear about your step father. Hope you can navigate your way through such difficult and intense times.
ReplyDeleteHang on in there x