That one time, in the ER

 

Can recommend.

Last Thursday was a doozie, my friends.  I wound up in the ER due to intractable nausea and vomiting due to my yet-undiagnosed 'condition.'  Got myself in a bit of a pickle with dehydration, so got 500 mL of saline pumped through an IV (hopy crap it hurt getting that thing put in...twice), some Zofran to boot, while the docs analyzed the blood work, had me undergo a gall bladder ultrasound (because the bilirubin was weird) and COVID test, took some more blood, made the BP cuff go 'whirr' about once an hour, monitored the O2 saturation (99%, woo!) and generally made me hang out until it was nap time.

On entry, when I was so depleted and worn out, my BP was about 180/110.  By the time I was headed out the door with my new prescriptions and an un-nauseated stomach (post-nap) it was 124/72.

Guess I felt better.

It's now Tuesday, and I haven't puked since.  

Still don't know what's wrong with me, but it's not my gall bladder - she's looking great.

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Also, I saw a vestibular disease and tinnitus specialist last week.  We did all the tests to provoke vertigo.  ALL OF THEM.

Nothing.

I am unprovokeable (is that even a word).

So, again, whatever is wrong with me, it's not my vestibular system.  It's doing just fine.

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Naturally, one day after the spinny doc visit is when the really bad vertigo and puking began.  

I only got the LOML up to take me to the ER when I thought I might be puking blood.

Super stoic.

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So tired of feeling crappy, but the new prescription for Valium might help.  Maybe. I'll try just about anything at this point.

Taking suggestions.

Tiff out.

Waffle Housing and spoiling the dog.

 

They're what dogs crave!

To get y'all caught up on the weather around here; it was cold, then balmy, then WARM, the cool, and now it's cold and rainy.

I figured you'd want to know.  It's still nothing like winter, and the daffodils continue to push upward and develop bloomy buddies.  We'll see how they do.  They keep coming back, and have done for many years (they were here long before I bought the house) so I suppose they're used to some meteorologic shenanigans and will survive this year too.

Today is for sure just the sort of day made for staying in and lounging.  So of course we didn't.

First item of biz was breakfast.  Sunday is (I believe) the only day of the week that the LOML eats breakfast - every other day there's nothing consumed until after 11 a.m.  The intermittent fasting thing has resulted in about a 25-pound weight loss for him so far, so there's something to that eating plan for sure. 

We drove past a place we know was going to be packed at 10 on a Sunday morning (it was), then we were headed to Panera when I joked that maybe we should just head up to the Waffle House the next town north.  A joke, because I normally won't go there because the weekend host is kind of creepy and that ruins part of the WH experience.  Well, friends, the LOML took me up on it.

There was no host.  Has WH done away with them?  Where's Tom working now?

Nevertheless and once again, in the 100% success string, I had a good meal there. Hashbrowns scattered/smothered/covered and topped = delicious.  Can recommend. Honestly have never had a bad meal at a WH.

Then we made a trip up to the airport to grab some stuff from the hangar, rode around snooping at unfamiliar neighborhoods (so far not tempted to move), then hit up the Tractor Supply for a hitch mount thingie and some dog treats.

Walked out of the TSC with the 5 dollar part and and a receipt for 80 bucks.  That's a LOT of dog treats.

While I'd sit here and read 'Spare' the rest of this afternoon, the LOML has ideas about moving the reno project forward with some indoor organization work to get tools and random stuff out of the way so the flooring can go in (date yet to be determined).  I suppose I shall go along with it.  He DID buy me breakfast.

Tiff out.

The heat is on (and on, and on)

 

Not ours, but the general idea

Right now it is 27 degrees F outside, which is less than zero in C, and that's COLD, folks.

The fountain in the front garden has been turned off and emptied.  I know not from whence the birds now drink.

The cars will be wet with melted frost in an hour, after the sun gets to 'em (it's not even arisen yet, such its antipathy toward early Sunday mornings).

It is supposed to reach the mid 50s F today.

How's a person supposed to know how to dress? And for that matter, how's a heating system to know when to kick on to fill the gap between what it's like outside and what it's supposed to be like inside?  Answer: by starting up every 45 seconds or so and ticking the heat up a teeny bit, but just a teeny bit, so that the subsequent immediate drop in indoor temps initiates another round of combustion and aeration (or whatever).

It is now 28 degrees outside. Sun came up, is what the taskbar on my computer tells me.  This is  a lie, as where I am it's not scheduled to occur until 7:21, and it's 7:14 as I write this. Nonetheless, Nature's heating cycle will begin anew.

Once it gets to 'sometime' this afternoon, we plan to take the dog to a local park and have a bit of an explore. Only about 25 more degrees to gain before it's reasonable to attempt.

Brrrr.