Gurl, Hydrate!

Soooooo,

Yesterday i admitted myself to the E.R and was there for four hours hooked up to an I.V and watching an inordinate amount of Saved By the Bell on TV.

Oh, my life is a bowl full of fun some days.

Where should i begin.

Lately life has been very very busy. From work, to anticipating my new part time job (did i mention i found another part time job. at a law school in my area. i'm going to make copies of shit and read magazines and answers phones if and when it rings!), hanging out, boy obsessing and galavanting around the city: museums, cafes, parks; i am more often then not running on a empty tank  due to all this activity.

I eat when I can. I sleep when I can. It's not the best way to go about things, but i do.

Yesterday morning, I woke up very disoriented and lightheaded. At 26, i know my body pretty well. I can tell when i'm getting sick based on telltale signs. A tightness in my throat. A warmess in my face. Aches in my arms (i'm not sure why that happens). But these symptoms always precusor sickness. Always. Yesterday though the lightheadedness was throwing my off. I could barely stand and when I did I could barely walk. I stumbled to my chair, plopped down in it and brought my head to my knees hoping the spinning would stop.

When i did stand I was assualted by massive stomach cramps; similiar to the cramps I often attributed to heat stroke symptons. I immediately knew something was wrong. I tried to walk off the pain, i grabbed the only bottle of water I had in my room and took a small sip. Soon after I threw up in the garbage and damn near fainted.

Because i live a mere block from the hospital, i decided that i had no other choice but to drag myself there. Living semi alone poises several irrational fears. One being, being injured and no one knowing about it until a weird smell starts coming from my room. I know, I know, morbib. I apologize but seriously this goes through my mind a lot. If i were to ever fall and can't get up (like those commercials with the elderly woman lying on the floor yelling "heeeeelp!"), or chocked on a stray kernel no one would worry until...well you get where i'm going.

To avoid this, i put on some raggedy jeans, a band t-shirt that magically popped out of nowhere and slowly walked to the hospital. Because of the trouble walking, i resembled a drunk person and several times i got the stank eye from people who saw me trip over my own feet. By the time i made it to the E.R, any life from my face drained and i asked to be admitted because of dizziness and nausea.

After making sure I had proper medical coverage, I was admitted, stripped, stuck with an IV and on a hospital bed for four hours while i got all hydrated. Hospitals make me weary. Sick people make me nervous and being there, by myself, was a little overwhelming. I was discharged that afternoon, with a solid recommendation to drink more water, lay off of gatorade (apparently that shit is good in small quantities) and get some rest.

Lately i am not use to rest. Being still annoys me. It's not that I want to constantly be on the move but i feel unproductive without plans. But because I never ever want to feel like i did tuesday morning, it looks like i'll be inside for the next few days, at least until i feel a little better. I've stocked up on books and water and plan my triumphant return to the world Friday.