Last night for Valentine’s day as you may know from my last 365 Day project post that the evening was spent in the ER. I have been having a really bad week in a toxic work environment that it finally caught up with me. It was after lunch yesterday that I had to deal with a coworker treating me like I was beneath him and talked down to me about a subject that he knew nothing about NOR would he listen to what I was trying to say. Ultimately, in the end, he learned that I was right (I’ve only been doing graphics for the company for over two years and he’s worked there less than 6 months). This prompted unpleasant behavior on both our parts. I refused to talk to him and he refused to be a decent human being.
After that little spat, my abdomen started hurting. Not like, ‘Oh ouch…I ate too much food’. It was, ‘I’m going to die here at my desk because my appendix just burst,’ pain. I had an hour and 45 minutes left of my day and sat there in pain doing graphics and dealing with people that could care less about me. I made it home and still, I stubbornly refused a trip to the walk-in clinic. My son had a little class recital and promised that I would see him sing. That’s when I felt a pop and decided that I should probably get looked at. Got to the clinic and because my symptoms weren’t a direct tell-all of what was going on I had a first class ride in a wheelchair to the ER side of the building.
They were polite and asked, ‘Have you left the country recently? Has someone visited you from another country recently?’ Me still having some humor still left in me, ‘Yes, I just got back from the Congo.’ Y’ALL! You could physically see this woman cease breathing and step back. I laughed then started crying because it hurt to laugh when my husband chimed in that I was kidding.
After blood work and scans, the ER doc made it to where I could run see my son sing and come back. Luckily my longsleeved jacket hid the IV port. I got back to the ER got my pain and anti-nausea meds when we all learned that I have ulcers and inflamed intestines. I haven’t had these in almost 12 years. The last time was when I was in an abusive relationship trying to figure out how to leave him and raise kids. The ER doc prescribed more meds and I have a follow-up appointment with my family doctor. I just need to watch for blood and if any is seen then I need to head STRAIGHT back. Then he lectured me about stress and trying to find a different job to breathing exercises.
So, here I am Friday evening, my stomach killing me trying to catch up on EVERYTHING. To top it off my comments are missing here in WP along with other notifications. Please, everyone, bare with me as I try to navigate things. And THANK YOU, EVERYONE, for the well wishes 🙂 It means a lot!
I have been working on this comic here and there all day. I couldn’t nail a concept then the idea of what was going on in my character’s world kept changing. I don’t have a cat but I feel like my anxiety is like a cat sometimes and today I wanted to illustrate the stealthiness of it.
Now, in a panicked fast voice read on: I need to pick up groceries but leave enough money left over to possibly make a dish to pass at the blot tonight, then I need to get a photo for my 365 Day project because I CANNOT flake out on that if I want to get better at cell phone photos. Oh, I need to edit them and post too. I can do that from my phone if I have to but I hate it. What is my comic going to be about this week? Ugh, fuck it. I’ll wing it. Oh, I need to look for one of my wacoms and PRAY that there is still software somewhere for me to download. I got on the treadmill this morning but I better make sure and eat low points today because if there is food at the blot I would want to eat. Damn the mead, I’m going to have to dip in my weekly points. Not a problem I have almost a full bank. Shit, I need to put money in the kids’ lunch account, and gas. Gas needs to go in the car. It’s almost 6 in the morning I if I look now I can find the tablet and doodle in peace before the kids get up. Too late, I heard legos being dumped in the floor upstairs. Leftovers, the kids can have leftovers tonight and the younger one goes with us.
