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Fever all through the night
I went from my normal body temp of 96.5ish to a slightly traumatic 100.1 degrees. I think that means I'm sick. My second clue was this rather annoying cough.
The worst part about a fever is that you feel so cold. I took a bath last night and by the time I was done washing my hair I was shivering so badly I couldn't put the cap back on the bottle or pull the plug out of the drain and my hands were blueish. I bumped the thermostat up to 85, piled three comforters on the bed and pulled out the warmest pjs I owned and still my teeth were chattering. Of course, I woke up sweating with no blankets on.
And the most loveliest part of this is... I'm about to hop in the car for a seven hour drive back to KS on Friday. Nothing like getting sicker than a dog just days before an extended road trip. Not going to stop me from playing Bingo on Monday. Bingo!!! Jane't and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dazite, be prepared! We shall be victorious! And they have tasty tasty cheeseburgers at the Bingo place.
In other news - did get the car fixed today. Have been waiting for a week to hear if the part had been painted, cause they said they would call. But they lied. So after I spent two hours at the doctor (I'll get to that) I drove over to the dealership and was all "*coughweeze* Do you have any idea when my mirror will be ready cause I'm leaving town in two days. *hackcoughsnot*"
Dude at the part shop calls over to Dude#2 at the paint shop. "Hey, do you have that mirror for the silver Spectra that hit that orange barrel done yet?" I kid you not. Every single person I talked to today knew about how the car got damaged. Every single one. And I think they were laughing at me.
"Oh, yea. It's sitting on the shelf which means it's either done or not done." Thank you, Sherlock.
So, we establish that the silver painted mirror on the shelf has actually been painted and that it's all set to go on the car. I got to watch an episode of Law and Order while they installed the mirror and then it was time to pay the bill. Which was forty dollars cheaper than the estimate. Being the honest person that I am, I had to point the difference out and told them they forgot to charge me for the paint job. The cashier called the lady in the shop who came in and said that if the painting people forgot to send the bill then I didn't have to pay it. So woot for me.
Of course, I turned right around and spent the money I had saved on the new Lego Hogwart's Castle that Volde-Mart had just put on clearance for $50.00. So I actually lost money in that, but now I have another toy. So woot for me, again.
Can't forget the Two Hour Doctor's Visit. It seems I have a GP now and a Diabeties Specialist. Lucky me.
Got stuck at the Base gate, huge line to get in. Thought I would be late for the appointment, but they weren't ready anyway, so it worked out.
The Orderly was all cutesy-wootsey with me. I almost felt bad about coughing on him. Almost. It took him four tries and two different arms to find my pulse. He asked if that was normal. I told him it was. Is it normal to have a pulse rate of 56? He tried to take my BP. Couldn't find it. I laughed at him so he gave up. Good work ethic.
Finally got in to see the doctor. Turns out I'll be doing this every six to eight weeks until my blood sugar level has gotten low enough for them to be comfortable with it. Of course, that brought up the teeny tiny snag. I'm not testing my blood sugar. I've narrowed the reason why down to a combination of four things: A) Needle B) Loud swishy noise of the needle being projected out of the lancet C) Blood and D) the ever mature "I don't wanna".
Doctor grimaced and mentioned that he's willing to compromise. Instead of several times a day, what if I tried for three or four times a week. I told him I was willing to try but I wasn't going to guarantee anything.
Then he mentioned my lab tests from December and asked if he could send me back today for another round. I dare you to imagine the look on his face when I said no. He sputtered for a moment and then asked why. So I told him. "I came in twice in December. The first time the gentleman who drew my blood was incredibly rude, I was in tears by when I left. The next day the first person missed and the second person, the so-called expert, pushed so hard he went through the vein and I had a six inch bruise for three weeks and my arm swelled up so bad I couldn't feel my fingers for three days. I'm sorry, but no one from this hospital is coming near me with a needle until I'm darn good and ready." All of this was in one breath and had reached a slightly high pitched panicky tone toward the end.
Moment of silence.
We reached another compromise. He wanted today, I wanted when Hell froze over, we settled on when I get back from KS if I'm feeling up to it.
Can someone recommend something to help with a puppy's gas problem? Colonel is going to kill me with his poo gas of doom. Yuck.
Oh, andsigma7, any progress on Probe?
I went from my normal body temp of 96.5ish to a slightly traumatic 100.1 degrees. I think that means I'm sick. My second clue was this rather annoying cough.
The worst part about a fever is that you feel so cold. I took a bath last night and by the time I was done washing my hair I was shivering so badly I couldn't put the cap back on the bottle or pull the plug out of the drain and my hands were blueish. I bumped the thermostat up to 85, piled three comforters on the bed and pulled out the warmest pjs I owned and still my teeth were chattering. Of course, I woke up sweating with no blankets on.
And the most loveliest part of this is... I'm about to hop in the car for a seven hour drive back to KS on Friday. Nothing like getting sicker than a dog just days before an extended road trip. Not going to stop me from playing Bingo on Monday. Bingo!!! Jane't and
dazite, be prepared! We shall be victorious! And they have tasty tasty cheeseburgers at the Bingo place.In other news - did get the car fixed today. Have been waiting for a week to hear if the part had been painted, cause they said they would call. But they lied. So after I spent two hours at the doctor (I'll get to that) I drove over to the dealership and was all "*coughweeze* Do you have any idea when my mirror will be ready cause I'm leaving town in two days. *hackcoughsnot*"
Dude at the part shop calls over to Dude#2 at the paint shop. "Hey, do you have that mirror for the silver Spectra that hit that orange barrel done yet?" I kid you not. Every single person I talked to today knew about how the car got damaged. Every single one. And I think they were laughing at me.
"Oh, yea. It's sitting on the shelf which means it's either done or not done." Thank you, Sherlock.
So, we establish that the silver painted mirror on the shelf has actually been painted and that it's all set to go on the car. I got to watch an episode of Law and Order while they installed the mirror and then it was time to pay the bill. Which was forty dollars cheaper than the estimate. Being the honest person that I am, I had to point the difference out and told them they forgot to charge me for the paint job. The cashier called the lady in the shop who came in and said that if the painting people forgot to send the bill then I didn't have to pay it. So woot for me.
Of course, I turned right around and spent the money I had saved on the new Lego Hogwart's Castle that Volde-Mart had just put on clearance for $50.00. So I actually lost money in that, but now I have another toy. So woot for me, again.
Can't forget the Two Hour Doctor's Visit. It seems I have a GP now and a Diabeties Specialist. Lucky me.
Got stuck at the Base gate, huge line to get in. Thought I would be late for the appointment, but they weren't ready anyway, so it worked out.
The Orderly was all cutesy-wootsey with me. I almost felt bad about coughing on him. Almost. It took him four tries and two different arms to find my pulse. He asked if that was normal. I told him it was. Is it normal to have a pulse rate of 56? He tried to take my BP. Couldn't find it. I laughed at him so he gave up. Good work ethic.
Finally got in to see the doctor. Turns out I'll be doing this every six to eight weeks until my blood sugar level has gotten low enough for them to be comfortable with it. Of course, that brought up the teeny tiny snag. I'm not testing my blood sugar. I've narrowed the reason why down to a combination of four things: A) Needle B) Loud swishy noise of the needle being projected out of the lancet C) Blood and D) the ever mature "I don't wanna".
Doctor grimaced and mentioned that he's willing to compromise. Instead of several times a day, what if I tried for three or four times a week. I told him I was willing to try but I wasn't going to guarantee anything.
Then he mentioned my lab tests from December and asked if he could send me back today for another round. I dare you to imagine the look on his face when I said no. He sputtered for a moment and then asked why. So I told him. "I came in twice in December. The first time the gentleman who drew my blood was incredibly rude, I was in tears by when I left. The next day the first person missed and the second person, the so-called expert, pushed so hard he went through the vein and I had a six inch bruise for three weeks and my arm swelled up so bad I couldn't feel my fingers for three days. I'm sorry, but no one from this hospital is coming near me with a needle until I'm darn good and ready." All of this was in one breath and had reached a slightly high pitched panicky tone toward the end.
Moment of silence.
We reached another compromise. He wanted today, I wanted when Hell froze over, we settled on when I get back from KS if I'm feeling up to it.
Can someone recommend something to help with a puppy's gas problem? Colonel is going to kill me with his poo gas of doom. Yuck.
Oh, and
sigma7, any progress on Probe?Tags:
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However, I will be in that area for the entire week. Like, including Wed and Thur. Hint, hint.
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Um, yeah. Hey: Thursday! How 'bout we do stuff in Topeka on Thursday! And Wednesday I may also be driving to Manhattan, to meet my parents before they go to the KU/K-State game, and so I could do some kicking then, too.