Adventures in a New Disease Continues...

I have had another recent bout of hospital. That makes twice inside 3 months, I think that's a little extreme. Hind sight is always wonderful, but I can't say it could have been avoided completely. For someone who really has not ever really had any kind of 'health issues', this is all pretty new to me. I can't say I'm McLovin it though, as much as I do strive to be different. This is not what I had in mind.

Obviously the cocktail of drugs I was on before wasn't enough to keep my insides from revolting against food (really what IS that?) so we're moving on to step 2: intravenise drugs plus cocktail. So far I am feeling much better stomach pain-wise, but a little on the loopy side, again. I'm doing my best to quelch urges to make carpet angels at work or give bear hugs to strangers, but I'm not sure what about this mixture makes me want to talk to EVERYONE. I'm not usually like that, but maybe it's just a procrastination ploy. Seeing as I am both wired and tired at the same time, all the time, I can't seem to harness whatever spazmatic energy is being induced to anything slightly useful.

The insurance company called and asked a lot of questions. As suspicsious and untrusting as I always am that made me wonder about their motives for sure. Are they trying to gauge how much i'm going to cost them in the long run? Most likely. I probably should have kept my mouth shut but I couldn't. REally, I couldn't. I think the fact they called is unethical, I mean, really they have full access to all my medical records, what good does it to ask me -the drugged wonder- about what the hell just happened? I hate insurance. I wish I'd kept my mouth shut. Hind sight.

Have you seen those butt talking commercials? Hi-larious. Tim hates them.

So, hopefully the evil insurance company doesn't take their new found information of my new found illness and kick me to the curb. I mean the did have plenty of years of ripping me off where i never went in for anything so they can just get over it this year. I'm sure they just stuck a giant red tab on my case folder and moved me to a new file cabinet, but what-eva. Is this what 'getting old' is like? Parts fall off, things don't work, you are forced to buy the biggest pill box they sell at the dollar store and then realize you need a portable one for 'day trips' and suddenly you are really so far from being a kid anymore your mother tells you that you are "too old to HAVE children" (thanks mom).

I'm not sure what the rest of my life is going to pan out like. If it will change dramatically, or not. If I will have anymore kids, or not. I am a firm believer that you don't get dealt more than you can handle. Which is a good attitude I think b/c then you can just mentally tell yourself you are capable of handling fill-in-the-blank. So, I used to freak out at strep tests b/c I hate the gagging on the q-tip. Then it was anytime blood was required I'd break out in a sweat (do still, a little). But now since I'll be seeing needles on a fairly regular basis I better get used to downing more water. Nothing is ever as scary the second time around, I have found.