So i had a follow up appointment with my doctor today about this. I was first given a pregnancy test because I'm STILL BLEEDING. Who knew bleeding constantly could be a sign of pregnancy? In any case I was a little disapointed that I wasn't pregnant. But then came the fun (sarcasm) part. I got one of those lovely female exams. Only this time they took skin samples from my cervix for biopseys. I was in tears during it. All the std tests were negative so the hpv result is due to the abnormal cells. In any case Jeff was waiting out in the waiting room for me when I came out pretty much still crying. The doctors had given me 4 advil which eventually worked but damn it hurt. Jeff drove and he was so sympathetic and sweet. The doctor did give me a new prescription for yet another birth control pill and hopefully the bleeding will stop but it isn't anything to worry about, just a serious irritation to me. So now I have to wait 10 days for the test results. Great.

But I totally understand why dogs drag their butts across the floor. AAAARRRGGGGGG

So the hospital was Monday, I think. (I've also had memory issues in the last week). They had put me on an iv and had given me Ativan. I took one home with me and a prescription for it. Tuesday I was completely incoherent. I looked at my journal and it was written like someone in an insane assyum. It doesn't even make sense. Mother Sugar will be highly amused when she reads my actual journal.

In anycase Tuesday I had Kat call my boss because I couldn't make sense. Kat took away my medications because I couldn't remember anything. My shrink also talked to Kat since there was no way I was having a coherent conversation with anyone. My shrink told me not to get the ativan prescription filled because it obviously wasn't a good med for me. I also had to stop taking the Zyprexa which they think caused the ekg problem and the memory issues.

Mostly I was sleeping last week, Hense I didn't blog, But I'm back to torture you now.

I passed out last night. Fortunately for me my arm was out and braced me against the wall so I didn't fall to the floor. I am also having tingling in my hands and feet. I am not amused.I think its because my shrink told me to take antihistamine because of a stiff neck from my medication. The fun never ends

Oy. Yesterday at lunch I actually ate something besides salad. I ate an egg salad sandwhich from this place near work. I was burping these horrible stinky burps all night. Then this morning I had well runny you know. Well this little pixie is not going to work when I constantly have to run to the bathroom. Yuck. Blarg.

Remember how I had chest pain? Well it's back.

I am SO NOT calling Mother Sugar because she's going to harrass me into calling my doctor again and I have no intention of doing that. Last night in therapy she gave me a print out of all of these health problems associated with eating disorders. I read it but it didn't scare it into eating more. My chest pain didn't even scare me into eating more. And just FYI, Mother Sugar will find out about the chest pain because I've wrote it in my journal and I type them up for her. Its kind of how I let the healthy side of my communicate with her when my unhealthy side has taken my healthy side prisoner. Currently, my healthy side is being held hostage. It may be awhile before she reappears, but at least she does have a way to communicate with Mother Sugar.

Have I mentioned that I am SUCH a FREAK.

Update: I decided to be a good girl and at 325 I left a message for Mother Sugar telling her about it.

Last Saturday, I got up at the asscrack of dawn (6:20am!) to get blood drawn. Now why does one get up at 6:20am on a Saturday to get blood drawn? Because the lab I have to go to for my insurance company opens at 7am and if you aren't one of the first people there than you have to wait an hour to get it done.

On my way out the door I took a bottle of water because I knew I was going to also have to give a urine sample. I get to the building and there is a line outside because the building hasn't opened yet. The good thing about being last in line was that I was last to get on the elevator and hence to get out first and was second in line (someone took the stairs- SNEAK!)

And I was sick all weekend. AGAIN. Wasn't I just sick?? I wasn't deathly ill (unlike the Pope) put I felt pretty miserable as my throat was really hurting. And honestly, I still feel pretty icky. I"ve been taking 600mg Motril all day. YUCK.

So I had called my doctor at 930 this morning. By 130 when they reopened after lunch, I still hadn't heard from my doctor's nurse. I called again and got through to the operator who finally put me through to the nurse. The nurse basically blew me off saying I'm to young to have heart problems (any one heard of Karen Carpenter? Hello?). She said there isn't much I can do for the pain. I could try putting a heating pad on it and taking tylenol when I take the motrin. She then proceeded to blabber about eating disorder clinics which isn't the issue. I need to be checked out for the chest pain bitch! OY!!! When I got off the phone with her, I called Mother Sugar who was just about fuming she was so mad. So I called my doctor back and gave them permission to talk to Mother Sugar. And so now I sit and wait for the two of them to talk and hopefully Mother Sugar will get back to me.

On the metro on the way to Mother Sugar's last night I was in so much pain I almost started crying. Never mind the fact I thought I was going to throw up because of the pain. Needless to say, I stopped at the grocery store after Mother Sugar's and got the prescription for the 600mg motrin and pepcid. Have I mentioned the Motrin isn't doing shit for my pain? It's still hurting this morning though not nearly as bad as it was hurting last night.

I called the cardiologist I was refered to and was told I had to see my regular doctor first. OY!!

So my mom took me to the local E.R. I'll start off with everything came out fine and dandy. They think I have an inflamation, but they really didn't seem to be to sure. They did an EKG, gave me an iv and took some blood. The doctor referred me to the place where General Joy's office is and when I told him that he laughed. There isn't many places that treat eating disorders around here, although I'm in a large metropolitan area. So I'm home with plenty of time to go before I have to go to group tonight. So I'm importing music to mp3's and hanging out

Still having chest pain. I talked to Mother Sugar last night and she tried to talk me into going into the e.r. which I really didn't want to do. After talking with Kat and Mother Sugar several times last night I promised I would either call my doctor and/or go to the e.r. in the morning. I'm currently waiting for the doctor's office to open. I have the feeling they will be sending me to the e.r. but you never know, maybe I can get away with just going into his office and then getting blood work done, we'll see I guess. Kat had to go to work today since she is going on a business trip soon and so if I go to the e.r. I'll either have to go alone or if I talk to the doctor right away, hopefully get my mom to take me. Anyone want to switch places with me today???

You'd think if you called and left a message at your doctor's office about chest pain that they wouldn't take more than an hour to call you back. Then again I could be wrong.

Did anyone get the license plate of the truck that ran me over?? Jesus I feel like shit. I don't remember the last time I had a flu that made me feel this bad. Please shoot me!!

Now I have Kat's flu which is awful. I have a temperature of 100.9
I'm coughing, have all the aches and shivers that goes along with the flu. My ears and throat hurt but I think that's from the saline spray. So that's why I'm not blogging. SHoot me now.

I am NOT getting sick, I am NOT getting sick. The last thing I want is this evil bug that Kat has.