Those of you who know me are probably aware that I hate April Fool’s Day. I am not the fan. At all. In fact, if at all possible, I take the day off and hide at home. Not under the covers, but still, you get the idea. Perhaps it’s merely that I can’t take a joke/don’t know when people are just teasing me/I’m sensitive. (Did you know that April 1 used to be New Year’s Day? When the New Year was moved to January, folks who still celebrated the New Year in April were called “April Fools” and folks played tricks on them. Sounds like peer pressure to conform to societal norms, if you ask me. Yes…I love Chase’s Calendar of Events. It has all sorts of info. like that.)
Anyway, today, against my better judgment, I left the house. I had a Doctor’s appointment to go to anyway, and they needed me to work my usual week 2 late shift.
Well, I went in to have my cyst looked at, and not only was it still there, but it has gotten bigger. So, they’re putting me on Birth Control Pills in hopes that this will help combat said cyst. Argh. No only am I not starting the next medication, still, but now I have to deal with a whole new kind of Birth Control Pills for a cycle.
Birth Control Pills. Bleh. This is not a sort of medication that I historically react well to. Big surprise, yeah? The last kind I tried caused me to barely sleep for a week. You can see why I might be leery about the whole thing. On the one hand, still no needles to deal with, but on the other hand a medication that will stop me getting pregnant. Sigh. It’s a bit frustrating, you know?
After this morning’s disappointment, I had some lunch, finished my book (A Quick Bite by Lynsay Sands), and started work. I actually managed to get quite a bit done before lunch, in spite of the vertigo that has been plaguing me on and off for the last week.
And then…I went to get some dinner. At some point while I was eating, I realized that a spot was missing from my vision. By the time I managed to finish and get out of there, the migraine precursor was pulsating where most of my left eye’s vision usually was. Also, I was shaking for some weird reason. I made it back to work just fine, but by the time I made it back to my desk, the vertigo had returned. Also? I felt sort of…fizzy. Like I had somehow become carbonated. Which is weird twice, as I don’t even drink soda anymore.
As you can imagine, all of this was rather worrying. Earlier in the day I had decided that I must have some sort of ear infection, but I’d hoped to make an appointment for tomorrow after a good night’s sleep and some Benadryl. No such luck. Luckily, the migraine precursors went away by the time my co-workers dragged me across the street to the ER. (I sometimes get the precursors from dehydration. Thankfully, this was one of those times. Either that, or my body was just too darn confused. My head did start to hurt and whole “spacey” feeling stuck around for a while. Go figure.)
I ended up sitting on a bed in the ER hallway, as they were out of rooms, for two hours. For most of that time I was actually too annoyed at the situation to even read. I hate going to the ER. I had stuff to do. You know the Type-A drill. Well, It turns out that I have an inner ear viral infection. Ugh. So the nice (and speedy) Doctor that examined me gave me something for the vertigo (an anti-histamine, as it happens) and sent me on my way. Good thing, too, as Koshvader hates hospitals even more than I do, and he’d come all the way from the other side of the Bay to be with me in People Screaming Land.
Now I’m sitting on my bed with my laptop in my lap, and I can’t help but think that I should have just stayed home today. The cats agree with me. Ah, well. I’ve taken my pills like a good girl. It’s time for some of that sleep stuff.
Next year, I’m taking the day off.
