Drunk on Phenergan

So this has been an eventful week. Wednesday morning I had an awesome case of the barfs. That mixed with the nausea I've been having lately, I've been nothing but fun to be around. Sunday night I went to bed feeling fine, woke up 2 hours later, and promptly threw up the 2 hotdogs I had for dinner. I missed work last week when I was sick and knew I couldn't miss any more work without a Doctors note. Since we are new to Tucson we don't have a Primary Care Physician yet and no Doctor will take a new patient for same day care. We decided to just go to the ER, figure out what was wrong, get a Doctors note, and be on our way. I remember just a few things about our visit to the ER. 1 - I'm not pregnant. 2 - I can taste the IV fluid, and it does not taste good. 3 - Phenergan hurts like a mother effer and makes me incredibly loopy. 4 - My doctor had white/silver hair and a nose ring. The Doctor said I have acid reflux and possibly GERD. She gave me an antacid and some zofran and we were on our way. By the time we got home it was about 5:30 in the morning, I set my alarm for an hour later so I could call my boss. I don't remember my alarm going off, but I do remember Rick waking me up to make sure I was calling my work. For some reason I thought that the phone number for my boss would be on the paper my Doctor gave me. It wasn't, but I searched high and low for that number (that was in my phone - where all my important phone numbers go). I remember yelling at Rick to get me a light (I think I meant turn the light on but we ended up looking for things with a flashlight, not the most effective way) and finally after Rick didn't understand what I was looking for (and neither did I, really) I screamed at him to get out and I threw all the papers on the ground. I finally realized that the phone number I needed was in my phone, and I was able to call my work. I left a message, and I'm hoping and praying it doesn't end up on the Internet somewhere, because I seriously have no idea what I said to her. When I finally woke up (11 hours later) I checked my phone and noticed that I tried to call "06142011" numerous times. Once I saw those numbers I had a flashback of looking for my boss' phone number on the paper and trying to dial the only number that was on the paper, which happened to be the date 06-14-2011. I then had another flashback of the nurse saying to me "this is what it feels like to be reeeeeeeeeaaaaalllllllllyyyy drunk." I was hammered.

I still feel sick after I eat, even though I'm on a bland diet, and if I lay down after I eat I can feel the acid moving up into my throat. I haven't thrown up, though, and the nausea isn't as bad, so overall I'm doing much better. I still feel bad about yelling at Rick and throwing the papers on the ground. I also feel bad that he has a fear of vomit and that seems to be the only thing I do these days. Poor guy.

Today, after weeks of hating my life, I quit my job. So really going to the ER to get a Doctors note was worthless. They said that the Doctors note didn't count (which is not what it says in the Employee Handbook) and that I would be written up (for the second time about something that they failed to explain to me). While I was sitting there I thought to myself "I think I should quit, but we need money" and the thought came into my head "just quit, it'll be okay" so I did. The only time I felt scared was when I realized I'd have to tell Rick. He's been giving me a pep talk almost everyday about why I should just stick with it. I felt like I had disappointed him. When I told him he just said "okay, we'll be fine." And that was it. I've already applied to a few jobs, this time not in the medical field. Luckily Rick is out of training and working regularly now so we should be able to stay afloat, but I would still like a job. I don't think it has hit me yet that I quit. I'm actually shocked that I did. I'm not a quitter. And I have NEVER received any type of warning before now. I have always been a good employee. At my job I felt like I was always being watched so they could wait for me to mess up and then punish me for it. It shook my confidence, but I know I can get back in the game. Today Rick has said to me several times "It's good to have my wife back." Really, that job sucked the soul out of me. It's good to be alive again.