NoJoMo – 5 Pain Medication *Edit*

I’m on Oxycodone again. The other stuff the doctor put me on was crap. Did nothing. N.O.T.H.I.N.G.

And I’ve gotten so used to Vidodin that the 750mg pills do next to nothing for me. 500’s used to knock me out. Fruck.

I’m hoping with a few days of antibiotics, the pain will subside. I’m hoping it’s only a matter of days.

Yesterday, the doctor was surprised he hadn’t already given me the antibiotics. It said in his notes he had. The nurse forgot to write the Rx for him to sign.

If not for human error – and my inability to speak up — I wouldn’t be in pain right now.

 

I’m off to take drugs and sleep.

 

P.S. This pain had really better be gone by Monday. I mean it. I do not want to feel ANY pain on my damn birthday.

 

I don’t know what else to say. I’d comment on the Presidential race, but that’s an entire entry, so…

yeah, I’m gonna call a husband to let him know that I’m taken my happy butt to bed with my happy pain pills. (Don’t be too jealous) I’ve been home for 2 hours not taking the pills while working on a project for work… the bottle was screaming at me the whole time… open me!!! open me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Anyway.

Ciao.

 

 

 

****3 HOURS LATER*************

I slept for a while. I was woken by a husband. I am groggy but awake.

I AM NOT IN PAIN!

Thank you, Oxycodone Gods!

 

 

 

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So, after talking to the hubby, I started to really worry about my job. I asked Tom yesterday if my job was risk… I mean, I have been taking quite a few days off and leaving early a lot to get to the doctor on time and my work has been substandard. I haven’t worked at home as much (on the website and on some proposals and other ideas I came up with) because all my time at home is pretty much devoted to sleeping — or eating, because it takes such a freaking long time to eat when your teeth hurt. So, yesterday I asked Tom if my job was in jeapordy… because I’ve been sick for at least 2 weeks now, and I’m still fighting. I may have to take part or all of tomorrow off. I could need part of Friday off. I haven’t had a forty hour week in a while now.

Well, the conversation with Tom was short and sweet. Tom is a rough neck, and said, in a nut shell, not to worry about it. He wasn’t worried about it. If I wasn’t working, he didn’t have to pay me "hahaha". Plus, there were no fires to put out, so the number one priority needs to be getting me better. Take the time I need.

 

Today, I was supposed to have a late appointment with Tom’s wife to discuss some marketing ideas to grow the company. With the lack of sleep, and the need to go pick up the Rx before the doctor closed, I decided to call Julie to cancel. Julie has always been the sweetest person. I can’t imagine anyone not loving this woman. Anyway, I called to let her know I needed to cancel. I asked to move the meeting to next week. Of course, she said, "of course! Call me next week and we’ll figure something out. You go home and get better! Don’t worry about it" And when I mentioned my conversation with Tom, she emphatically assured me that there was absolutely no way I would lose my job over this. Not a possibility. She told me, "You can take that off your list of things to worry about, girl. Okay. Just trust me. You focus on getting yourself better; your job isn’t going anywhere." She even offered to come in and pick up some slack if I needed her to so that I could take extra time off. Like I said, I can’t imagine anyone not LOVING this woman.

This is good news. My job is secure–as secure as the company is, anyway. I mean, we’re a small contracting company is a failing economy with a newly elected president is a rapidly changing world. But still… good news. Yay.