I woke up dizzy with deafness in my right ear today. I hope it’s a fluid imbalance from being sick, and it’s shorted out or moved my implant and not that the Vancomyacin has caused permanent hearing loss. I took the home remedy pills last night around 10 and fell asleep an hour later, only to wake up after 1pm today, so there’s the chance they wore off and I had some fluid back up. I’m going to make an appointment to see the (asshole!) doctor tomorrow. $10 says he’ll want me to come in at 2pm (during my last apothecary quiz) or “it must not be that important to me”. Remember he did this last year? I think I’ll call for the appointment after the test and before the final lecture.
Right now I have to get Pogo to the pediatric after-hours clinic. I think she may have this infection and even though she never received chemotherapy, her immune system is low because of the nuclear tests she had all last month. And I caught her drinking out of my juice bottle Tuesday after I threw up, so she probably has my same infection.
Speaking of yesterday, Matt made me this nasty blended protein-whey (sp??) smoothie and even though I couldn’t taste anything, I just knew it was nasty tasting and I puked it up within five minutes of drinking it. However, my sense of taste came back after that! I remember after our meeting yesterday, he told me if I ate something I’d get well quicker, so he invited himself over, told me to get in bed, and he’d fix me something nutritious to eat. I told him my throat still hurt, as I got out my home-medical bag, looking for the thermometer. My temperature, if I converted Cel. to F. was 104. I should have been in a hospital. Matt was in the kitchen about three seconds when I heard a crash, dishes breaking and him cussing. I got up out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen. He was sweeping up a pile of white glass. “Are you breaking my dishes?” I asked. He looked up, “Well not on purpose! Get back in bed!” A few minutes later he brought me that nasty smoothie. It made me sick because I associated it with drinking raw eggs. Cold. Slimey. Wet. Thick. It probably did have raw eggs in it…
An hour later, my temperature was down, though I seem to be sensitive to the climate changes. If I’m not sitting in front of the air conditioner, I get over-heated. Even if I’m just laying in bed.
Bottom line: When I get home, does anyone want to join my caravan on The Shining Force II? It’s boring with wimpy Josh and super-hero James in the battles, and I need to keep my mind occupied.