Pulling into the station

April 26, 2004

Thursday was Danielle's 21st. We all met up at Red's Recovery Room (a dive bar on the 116). There were 6 of us there, so we grabbed a section of bar and a pool table. Danielle and Sharon didn't play, but the rest of us did. I even beat Mike again. (I used to beat him a lot in San Diego, he just blocks that out of his mind.) I didn't have any beers or anything because I was driving. I know, party pooper... We ran into one of the girls who works in our old building there. She had downed quite a few beers already, I think. Hee hee. I love the sound of a pool hall. The balls smacking against each other, dropping into pockets...

That sounds like a porno description.

Anyways, we left around 12:30 because we realized that is was only Thursday and yeah, work... details. I went home and passed out in bed after changing into sweats.

At 5, all hell broke loose.

I woke up at about 5:10 in the morning and made a mad dash for the bathroom. From that point on, I was vomiting and... other things (SORRY, I know, TMI, sorry sorry) for the whole day. At 6:30, I called and left a voice mail for the boss - there was no way in hell I was going to work. I called my mom after that and she looked through her books and we narrowed it down to either food posioning or a virus. (I know, that's not really narrowing it down.) I tried sipping water, but nooooo, that just came right back up. Between sprints to the bathroom, I passed out either in my bed or on the floor in the bathroom. I have no shame. At 2, I started to call the doctor. They could see me at 3:30 in San Rafel, would that be okay? No. I can't drive. Oh. So I finally get an appointment at the urgent care clinic in Santa Rosa. Mike was supposed to come get me and drop me off, but he was running too late so Miss Stacey Luuuuv came and hauled my ass to the clinic. We made it with like, two minutes to spare. Effin' traffic.

By this time, it had been 20 hours since I'd had anything to drink, and at least 24 since I'd had any food. (Oddly, I wasn't hungry.) And I'd kicked up a nice little fever. 101.3. Heh heh, I'm Star. Anyways. The doctor comes in, touches me with that effin' COLD stethoscope and pokes at my stomach. Then she announces that I'm going to need an IV drip. No shit. I get two bags of fluid via IV and this anti-nausea stuff that really knocked my ass out. For details regarding the next hour or two... Sorry, I am no help. I know I got up off the table and I had to pee. I remember not knowing how to zip my pants up (remember, I'm still wearing my jammies - I'm in sweat pants here) and being very very concerned about this. I'm pretty sure we went to Raleys on the way home because I have food and a new paper bag that says RALEY'S on the side that I didn't have before. Once home, I passed out as soon as I hit the bed.

The anti-nausea stuff helped a ton. I haven't upchucked since Friday. However, it makes me so sleepy. On Saturday, I was a slug. I was in and out of sleep all day. Yesterday, I had a ton more energy. I even did laundry AND dishes.

Oh, it was some stomach virus infection (isn't that a contradiction in terms? Virus and infection?). I have these pills I'm supposed to take 3 times a day (more of the anti-nausea stuff) and I'm on the BRAT diet. MMmm, bananas, rice, applesauce, and toast. My favorite. *gag* Talk about bland. My doctor's name was Oh. Yeah. Dr Oh. I look at my bottle of pills and just laugh my ass off at that one.

And ready for my Super Genius Moment of the Week? I picked up my phone (the house phone, not my cell) and didn't get a dial tone. So I think, great, I forgot to pay the phone bill, fuck it, I'm too out of it to care. This morning, I trip over the phone chord. The one that I unplugged from the phone and plugged into the modem. No wonder I wasn't getting a dial tone. Duh.

In other news, the blondification was successful this time. Less red, more blonde now. I used one of the blondest blondes you can get from Clairol and left it in for like, 40 minutes or something. Damn skippy it worked. Hoowah. Of course, it still looks red in photos. *grr* Next time... next time...

My Weekend Excitement stopped here at 9:49 a.m.

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