It just keeps getting better and better...

So I was supposed to go back to work today after being off for two weeks. I'm not gonna lie, I still don't feel well, I was up all of last night throwing up, and my stomach still hurts just as badly as it did when this all started. However, because I need to get paid, and, more to the point, I need to get out of this house before I go insane, I was going back. Because I wanted to, not necessarily because it was a good idea, medically speaking, of course. I called my mother this morning to tell her about the vomiting, and she told me to call my doctor's office and see if he could phone in a prescription. All well and good, I did what she said...and ended up with a 2:45 appointment. Lovely. This presented 2 problems right off the bat. 1)I'm broke as Hell, and it's $45 every time I go see my doctor, but I figured I could just ask them to bill me, and they're usually good about that, so no big deal. 2) I'm supposed to be at work at 1:30, so a 2:45 appointment is not particularly convenient in terms of getting to work on time, so, I called my boss to ask her if I could have the day off and work Saturday, and after a lot of convincing, she agreed. Both problems solved, at least as far as I was concerned.

So off I head to the doctor's office after stopping to get a bagel and an iced tea at Dunkin Donuts, because I hadn't eaten anything yet and I really didn't want to pass out in his office. I barely sat down in the waiting room before the nurse called me back (ironically, the same nurse I saw 5 days ago when I was there), had me give a urine sample, took my blood pressure, temperature, blah blah blah, and went to go tell the doctor I was waiting. A couple minutes went by and in he comes, and he started asking me if I was feeling better, and obviously, I said no. So he had me lie down on the table and was pressing into my stomach, and it hurt so bad that I literally started to cry. Did that for a few minutes (oh, how I love torture ._.) and then he let me sit back down in the chair. I asked him if I could have a prescription for the nausea so I could go back to work, and he just looked at me and said "Oh, you're not going back to work. I'm not sending you back until we figure out what's wrong." Hahahah!!!!

Now I'm off for another 2 weeks (at this point, could be longer depending on what happens), have a CT scan on Wednesday, another appointment with the urologist next Thursday, and probably an appointment with my doctor again at some point in there. I know there was talk of an ultrasound, depending on what the CT scan shows, which just means that it's going to cost me more money that I don't have. Oh, and I have to go through the joys of having disability forms filed, which is always a nightmare. Urgh.

I really can't take much more of this. Not only do I need to work because I need money (disability only pays about 60% of what I would normally make, and it takes forever to go through...I probably won't get a disability check until I'm back at work!), but for the sake of my sanity. I can't sit here in this house for another two weeks, I'm going stir crazy!!!! I literally have nothing to do during the day, my only form of human contact is through he computer because everyone I know is working all the time, and I can't take it! I'm going to lose it!

I think maybe it's time to go sharpen my blade...yeah, that sounds like a good idea...

*wanders off humming to herself*

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