It's a really good thing trash and recycling are going to be picked up in the morning.

Just took another round of Benedryl and some headache meds.

Trying to think of something witty to say....

I went to the dr. today. First doctor visit in 2 years, yeah health insurance. He was nice, told me I have bronchitis, gave me a scrip, and samples of the $$$ stuff. And re-upped my Ambien! Woo and hoo!

vw, honey, I'm so sorry your day sucked. Go eat something fried, take a Vlium, wash it down with superfat Vahlrona and a nice cup of tea. Cuddle with your puppy.

Erin needs those, though.

I certainly do! Bookmarked, and noted.

Behold my utter paranoia:

(1) I've been fighting a sinus infection/headaches, earache, and toothache that I'm almost certain is sinus-related.

(2) I had salmon of a dubious color on pasta for dinner.

(3) My Dad's family is chock-full of mega heart disease.

(4) Two common symptoms of a heart attack are jaw pain and nausea.

(5) I just had *horrible* jaw pain that lasted for about an hour, even though I took 4 ibuprofen before it even started.

(6) Am also violently nauseated.

(7) Am crazy enough to Google.

(8) Assume worst, having heart attack (because, with the jaw pain and the nausea and the family history of heart disease).

(9) However, toothache/jaw pain has been going on for about a week; is not new tonight.

(10) Salmon was most likely bad and I was dumb enough to eat it anyway.

(11) Am crazy; not having heart attack.

(12) Still need to barf. Bah.

(1) I've been fighting a sinus infection/headaches, earache, and toothache that I'm almost certain is sinus-related.

A couple years back, I had a bad toothache that I thought was sinus-related (because lo, I live in Sinus Hell also) and it turned out I needed a wisdom tooth out. Had all yours out?

it turned out I needed a wisdom tooth out. Had all yours out?

Unless the dentist lied to me (and, hey, I was under anesthesia, so I don't *really* know if they all came out) I am wisdom tooth-free.

I really think it was the salmon.

Which suddenly calls to mind the Monty Python skit.

Sinus troubles suck. Combined with stomach troubles, you have my heartfelt sympathies.

signed,

one whose doctor just wrote a prescription for another two weeks of antibiotics, because the first two weeks just killed a few of the bad bugs while murderously rampaging through the good ones

{{vw}} Sorry to hear you had such a sucktastic day. Warm snuggles with the pup to cheer you up.

Steph, ugh. I hope the tum settles down soon.

Love, love, love the stockings! But I've always found if they say good up to 160 pounds? They lie like lying things lie. They might fit someone who is 5'10" and 160 pounds, but they don't fit someone who is 5'3" and 160 pounds. It's all in how you pack it and the fact most stockings don't have equal stretch in all directions. Grrr.

My boss is gone for the next year. I've requested internet access at work. I will, once again, be able to lurk at will in Bitches and other places. Happy!

{{vw}}

I have my weird super long interview tomorrow. I don't know that I need job~ma, because I highly doubt I will want the job, even if they want me. But it should be interesting anyway.

Why isn't it Saturday yet? I have a date on Saturday! Wait, I need to prepare for it, I'm cooking and stuff, and I'm also going to make an origami centrepiece thingy. It could be Friday night, though, I'd be good with that.

Tooth pain (well, more like jaw pain) left totally, and almost all at once, after about an hour. Fucking weird, and really agonizing.

Stomach evacuated itself in all kinds of ways, and now is just occasionally rumbly, rather than full-out mutiny. (Which I'm sure you all *really* wanted to know.... t /sarcasm But the time span pretty clearly indicates that it was, in fact, the damn dodgy salmon.)

The Boy called in between bouts of stomach evacuation, and when I told him that my insides were staging a riot, he announced that he was coming over to make sure I was okay. I protested, saying I didn't want to barf on him, but he said "I've been barfed on before, and I survived, and you need someone to take care of you."

Concerned boy is sweet boy. Eeep.

But really, when I'm having stabby stomach pains, and thinking I might have to run to the bathroom at any minute, I don't want to be clutching my gut and whimpering in front of The Boy. But he came over anyway, and rubbed my feet, and told me distracting stories, and I didn't have to run for the bathroom, and eventually my stomach calmed down. And now I'm going to bed.