i feel pretty
good today. woke up, took a
shower,
smoked a
cigarette and went to
work. at work i started on a new
build and took the
downtime waiting for it to finish
compiling to check the news
headlines. i found a story titled
Thin Isn't In!... i am, admittedly,
confused by the article. is it possible? is it? my ultra-
paranoid side tells me this is just some
researchers way of trying to make
people feel better about themselves... but it is
possible? despite what is so tremendously glorified on
television and in the
movies, is it possible that
REAL PEOPLE prefer REAL BODIES? that people find
toothpick thin supermodel waifs the least desirable type of
body? i don't know. i just dunno. i don't think i can
swallow that.
anyway, i've actually got to
accomplish stuff today.
more later...
suddenly there's a pain in my side, above my
belly button on the
right. walking seems to help so i go down to
smoke a
cigarette and run into grizz. he says it sounds like when he had
gallstones, and i should go to the
doctor. so i
go. first the doc seems to think it might be
food poisoning and asks me several times if i've eaten anything
outside.
nope. i haven't eaten anything. the doctor sends me to a
radiologist for an abdominal
sonogram, which shows no
gallstones, but that the wall of my
gallbladder is much
thicker than it should be. they want to do more tests. my doc recommended going to the
ER to get the tests done immediately, but with pain killers i can wait until
tuesday. the
ER sucks. i'm given some acid blockers, an anti-
emetic, and
heavy painkillers, and sent for blood work. on my way to get the
blood work done, i stop at the
pharmacy and drop off the
prescriptions. on my way out the pharmacy
door i
hear:
"excuse me ma'am? can i ask you a question?"
"yes sir?"
"are you married?"
"no, but i'm involved."
"you got friends?"
"yes, i have plenty of friends."
"may i give you my phone number, as a friend?"
"i'm sorry, but i don't think so."
ugh. i was in
pain.
grimmace-walk-
funny pain. i'm pretty
pale. i don't look so good. but this guy still walks up to me. heh. i like the "as a
friend" part. never seen me, never
talked to me, no
clue as to what, if anything, we have in
common. he was very
polite, though. i will give him kudos for that. it's
flattering, but i really would rather have not been
bothered.
the blood tests were more than i expected. i had to
pee in a
cup, too. they're doing a whole lot of tests. CBC, hepatic panel, electrolite levels),
pregnancy test, both blood and
urine (exceedingly unlikely, but just in case) and some others i don't remember.
peeing in a cup isn't easy when you don't have a pee nozzle.
now i'm at home, watching the
boob tube and writing this. i took two
percocet. still waiting for them to ease the pain. i'm not supposed to eat
solid food, and no
fat whatsoever. ugh. this
sucks. i hope it's nothing
serious.