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shoot me now
Dec. 29th, 2003 02:39 pmsomeone, anyone, please put me out of my misery.
and for once, that misery is not work-related. not to say that today has been a basketful of daisies, but work hasn't been too rough.
no, i am miserable because i feel like i'm going to die. not in that metaphysical, superspiritual way, but in a "my body is about to give out on me and maybe if i time it right i can get dinner in the hospital" kind of way. seriously. i know i've been griping about how sick i feel, but this is out of control. i started new meds last week, of which "possible" side effects are: nausea, fever, vomiting, weight loss and fatigue. check, check, check, check, and check. the fun part is that the nausea wakes me up in the middle of the night, whereupon i discover that my clothes are soaked through in sweat (mind you, i'm in a tank top and boxers in the middle of winter) from the fever i have because it feels like it's a bazillion degrees in my room (really, it's about 65), but when i get up to change clothes, i end up running to the bathroom to puke, which will ensure the weight loss, all of which keeps me up at night for the fatigue. repeat this process at 2:00 am, 2:45 am, and 4 am and you have not a happy camper in Jen. once, just once, i would like to take a medication that does not have any of the possible side effects on me. and just to reiterate something i have said for years, i hate hate HATE throwing up. it is the most awful thing in the entire world. i HATE it. it is AWFUL. grrr.
all of that plus a really tiring (but most excellent) weekend, plus general aches and pains that come with being old (i hope it's being old and not having the flu) means i feel like crap. and i think my head is going to explode. i almost didn't come to work today, but i don't really have enough days to take off for not feeling 100% and since i was at about 65% this morning, i figured i'd stick it out as long as possible. i am now thinking that was a dumb idea, but it's too late now.
and for once, that misery is not work-related. not to say that today has been a basketful of daisies, but work hasn't been too rough.
no, i am miserable because i feel like i'm going to die. not in that metaphysical, superspiritual way, but in a "my body is about to give out on me and maybe if i time it right i can get dinner in the hospital" kind of way. seriously. i know i've been griping about how sick i feel, but this is out of control. i started new meds last week, of which "possible" side effects are: nausea, fever, vomiting, weight loss and fatigue. check, check, check, check, and check. the fun part is that the nausea wakes me up in the middle of the night, whereupon i discover that my clothes are soaked through in sweat (mind you, i'm in a tank top and boxers in the middle of winter) from the fever i have because it feels like it's a bazillion degrees in my room (really, it's about 65), but when i get up to change clothes, i end up running to the bathroom to puke, which will ensure the weight loss, all of which keeps me up at night for the fatigue. repeat this process at 2:00 am, 2:45 am, and 4 am and you have not a happy camper in Jen. once, just once, i would like to take a medication that does not have any of the possible side effects on me. and just to reiterate something i have said for years, i hate hate HATE throwing up. it is the most awful thing in the entire world. i HATE it. it is AWFUL. grrr.
all of that plus a really tiring (but most excellent) weekend, plus general aches and pains that come with being old (i hope it's being old and not having the flu) means i feel like crap. and i think my head is going to explode. i almost didn't come to work today, but i don't really have enough days to take off for not feeling 100% and since i was at about 65% this morning, i figured i'd stick it out as long as possible. i am now thinking that was a dumb idea, but it's too late now.
