:Shennanigans:

Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!?
Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. :)

Drugs. I don't take 'em. I don't like the feeling of not being in control of myself, my surroundings, or anything else. *sigh* Oh, but I do LOVE that eutopian feeling of nothingness. "Vicodin - made for pain easing pleasure of nothingness."

Okay, so I owe it to you to bring you up to date. I woke up at 3am - which lately has not been unusual. This time I woke up with a stomach ache. Ah, yes, Skeez, a "tummy ache." Anyway, it hurt bad enough that I called my health care Advice Nurse number for info.

My body is VERY predictable when I am stressed out. I know what to expect, how long it will last, what helps it, etc. An upset tummy is par for the course. Anyway, I asked what else I could do since none of my own remedies were helping. She gave me some advice and then we hung up. No big deal. Until around 6:30 (yes, I was awake the entire time) when I felt like someone slugged me in the chest, knocking the wind out of me.

I couldn't breathe in, and I couldn't do a da** thing to ease the horrific pain. I dealt for about five or six minutes and caved. I called 911. I swear, if I had not heard that your left arm tingles and goes numb, I would have thought I was having a heart-attack. SO scary!!! Immediately after, I called my mom; just wanted to give her the heads up for the phonecall she would get from the ER (as she is my emergency contact). She stayed on the phone with me until the paramedics got here.

Poor guys, I couldn't even make it to the front door to answer it. They had to get our security guys to let them in. They found me in a semi-heap on my floor. I think they expected an older person, but they got me in all my 30 years of glory instead. Well, I will say they took good care of me and got me to the ER.

Nope, not a heartattack. With all the weight I have lost, I am now the proud owner of gallstones. Whuuuu? Yep, that's what I said when I found out too. They said it is more common in the "four f(s)" - female, fertile, forty, and fluffy. No kidding, the doc said "fluffy." Anyway, I am fertile, aside from the birth contorl I am on and I am female. However, I am not forty and I am no longer "fluffy", but on the slim side of things now. Amazing.

They don't recommend surgery for the first round, which is good because the Bar is now T minus 13 now. Even if it keeps up, I likely won't take the option. I am a bleeder, so I won't do it unless not doing it will kill me. In the end, after hanging out with some niiiiiiiiice Demoral for a couple of hours (uh, yeah, I have Kaiser...so a couple of hours really comes out to about six hours), a really cool male-nurse, Ty (thank you, man; you ROCK!), and my mom arriving, I finally got to come home.

Since I missed the first day of the Simulated Bar Exam today, I went ahead and wrote up the assigned essays. Not great, but not, well, just not great, frankly.

Yes, other stuff has been going on, most of it good. I just don't really want to stay online - so I will write all about it later... 'Night.

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2004-07-13 8:19 PM My 911 call am amby ride Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: giddy, sleepy, and uncomfortable - all at once Read/Post Comments (5)	Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!? Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. :) Drugs. I don't take 'em. I don't like the feeling of not being in control of myself, my surroundings, or anything else. sigh Oh, but I do LOVE that eutopian feeling of nothingness. "Vicodin - made for pain easing pleasure of nothingness." Okay, so I owe it to you to bring you up to date. I woke up at 3am - which lately has not been unusual. This time I woke up with a stomach ache. Ah, yes, Skeez, a "tummy ache." Anyway, it hurt bad enough that I called my health care Advice Nurse number for info. My body is VERY predictable when I am stressed out. I know what to expect, how long it will last, what helps it, etc. An upset tummy is par for the course. Anyway, I asked what else I could do since none of my own remedies were helping. She gave me some advice and then we hung up. No big deal. Until around 6:30 (yes, I was awake the entire time) when I felt like someone slugged me in the chest, knocking the wind out of me. I couldn't breathe in, and I couldn't do a da** thing to ease the horrific pain. I dealt for about five or six minutes and caved. I called 911. I swear, if I had not heard that your left arm tingles and goes numb, I would have thought I was having a heart-attack. SO scary!!! Immediately after, I called my mom; just wanted to give her the heads up for the phonecall she would get from the ER (as she is my emergency contact). She stayed on the phone with me until the paramedics got here. Poor guys, I couldn't even make it to the front door to answer it. They had to get our security guys to let them in. They found me in a semi-heap on my floor. I think they expected an older person, but they got me in all my 30 years of glory instead. Well, I will say they took good care of me and got me to the ER. Nope, not a heartattack. With all the weight I have lost, I am now the proud owner of gallstones. Whuuuu? Yep, that's what I said when I found out too. They said it is more common in the "four f(s)" - female, fertile, forty, and fluffy. No kidding, the doc said "fluffy." Anyway, I am fertile, aside from the birth contorl I am on and I am female. However, I am not forty and I am no longer "fluffy", but on the slim side of things now. Amazing. They don't recommend surgery for the first round, which is good because the Bar is now T minus 13 now. Even if it keeps up, I likely won't take the option. I am a bleeder, so I won't do it unless not doing it will kill me. In the end, after hanging out with some niiiiiiiiice Demoral for a couple of hours (uh, yeah, I have Kaiser...so a couple of hours really comes out to about six hours), a really cool male-nurse, Ty (thank you, man; you ROCK!), and my mom arriving, I finally got to come home. Since I missed the first day of the Simulated Bar Exam today, I went ahead and wrote up the assigned essays. Not great, but not, well, just not great, frankly. Yes, other stuff has been going on, most of it good. I just don't really want to stay online - so I will write all about it later... 'Night. Read/Post Comments (5) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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