note to self: when sporting an orange-sized, throbbing, infected growth between one's legs, horizontal is the best and only position... in bed, preferably in the doctor's office, or even better: on a gurney in an ambulance on the way to the emergency room. never ever should one attempt to work, even on the graveyard shift.
going to the bathroom with this thing is an adventure in and of itself, so i try to limit my visits. held off long enough i decided to be brave, hopefully for the last time before the knife. I guess stopping the pain medication an hour before driving home was a VERY BAD idea and i must have been in much more pain than i'd realized. In fact, i can safely say, it was the worst pain i've EVER experienced. It shouldn't have shocked me then when as soon as i stood up, everything started to black out and i woke up on the floor with my pants around my ankles, screaming. Not a pretty sight! As if that weren't enough, i decided to go for round two and managed to faint again in the opposite direction. Good thing i work the night shift. can you imagine someone walking in and seeing me half naked sprawled out on the ground of my itty bitty teeny weeny bathroom stall?! guess the screaming was moot though, since noone came looking, even though i was gone for over 20 minutes.
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