It's been a week now, and the Cold that Will Not Die is still haunting my sinuses, throat, and body in general. I'm ready to kill something - namely myself, just to stop the pain. Ugh. Monday, I went to the doctor to get some cough medicine so I could actually sleep at night (mmm, cough syrup with Vicodin). I took it Monday night, excited about an un-interupted blissful night of sleep. Woke up at about 5 am on Tuesday with the Migraine of all Migraines. By noon, I had vomited more than half-dozen times, and my head hurt so bad, I thought I was going to die. I'd never experienced pain like this. I called my husband at work, crying, and he said he'd be right home. When I finally got ahold of the doctor, they told me this was NOT a reaction to the vicodin cough syrup, and to go to the emergency room. Joy. Just where I wanted to spend my day.

So, my husband carted my vomiting, headachey ass to the hospital, where they took a cat scan of my head, and shoved an IV (full of drugs!!) into my arm. The headache went away after awhile (mercifully), and they sent me home all groggy and disoriented. I slept for about 13 hours straight after that. I still had the headache yesterday, but nothing could compare to what it was. They still don't know what triggered it! Fun times!


Sorry, it's a crappy phone cam pic. I never had an IV before, so I had to document this momentous occasion. See my hubby in the background? :)


I'm officially sick!

So, I just keep getting further and further behind. I'm trying, damnit! I'm trying! Gah. No rest for the wicked. Everyone keeps telling me to take it easy, get some rest...but I can't even imagine resting. Rest = losing customers = not paying bills. Ugh. I hate being sick.

Someday, I'll be better, and I'll post a fun entry that's not whining about my Sickness. :)