Somebody's Gotta Do It

Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody
Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty
Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it
Somebody's gotta come up with a plan
And be there when the shit hits the fan
I hope ya'll out there understand
Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it
-The Roots


Oh yeah. Gotta credit Katy (again) for turning me on to The Roots. Any way, interesting how hospital health care and drug dealing/gangsta lifestyles have so much in common.

Meanwhile, still spending my day alternately orthostatic and nauseous, with frequent trips to the can. Enjoyable. Spent time in MD's office to confirm that I have a GI virus, but mostly to get a note for work so I can get FMLA and not get fired, because I need the money. Sigh. Otherwise I'd kind of enjoy being fired at this point.

My BP was 80/50 in the doctor's office, which explains the dizziness and general feeling of crap. The doc was like, 'Did you go to the ER this weekend?' I kind of chuckled, because I know he probably has to ask that question, but seriously, the only time I want to be taken to the ER is if I'm so sick someone else has to take me. In an ambulance. And only because I'm a major trauma or death-bed ill, in which case, leave me on my own bed at home, thank you.

He also asked what I'd been doing to treat the GI virus and I was like, "Uh, nothing? Rehydrating?" I almost thought of telling him my plan to go into work and hook myself up to a fluid bolus, but I didn't know if he'd think I was being funny, pathetic, or simply another wack job patient. He was like, "Yeah, rehydrating as about all you can do in a case like this."

He gave me a prescription for phenergan for the ungodly nausea, which I think is frankly dehydration related. I also think I'm probably slightly anemic and have a crap potassium level, but these are just speculations.

Egh. I was up for two hours and now I feel crappy again.

I suppose I should go back to Walgreen's and pick up my prescription, maybe then I can keep some food down, and not feel like hurling like a pregnant chic.

Oh god. Not that.