22 May 2009

You Know I Love You So

Current mood: wicked

And I said "I've got to be honest,
I've been waiting for you all my life.”
For so long I thought I was asylum bound,
But just seeing you makes me think twice.

And being with you here makes me sane
I fear I'll go crazy if you leave my side
You've got wits, you've got looks, you've got passion
But are you brave enough to leave with me tonight?
~ "As Lovers Go” by Dashboard Confessional

My insomnia woes are over for the time being. Let’s start at the beginning of what was a very bad week and move forward until we get to the present day. Fasten your seat belts as we travel backward in time to Sunday May 10, 2009. It was Mothers Day. I don’t particularly care for Mother’s Day due to many facts which I am not going to get into right now. Suffice it to say that Mothers Day is not a happy day for me. On top of it being a lousy day, I also had a really bad earache. The kind that makes you feel as if you are on an airplane, changing altitude quickly, without any relief from the pressure. Add that pain to the fact that I wanted to be with someone I could not be with – leaving me in bad form for sleeping. When I did finally fall asleep, I could not stay unconscious – waking up every 30 minutes or so all night long.

I called the doctor at 8am and they could get me in the office – at around 9am. I could not, however, see my regular doctor. Instead I had to see the P.A. I am not opposed to Physician Assistant in general – just opposed to this one specifically. Still, I needed antibiotics because I knew I had an ear infection. So, I had to go in and see him. He comes in, looks at my ears, and acknowledges that they are swollen, red, and most likely due to “ALLERGIES”. “I am pretty sure they are infected,” I said. He assured me that I could get an allergy shot and a new nasal spray and I would be fine. OKAY! I went to work, on no sleep and with an allergy shot in my hip.

Days passed. The ears – not getting better. In fact, they are feeling worse. My nose is no longer stuffed up – my eyes are not watering – but my ears still killing me. So, the rest of the week I am averaging 3 hours of sleep a night. That is fine. I pray for sleep to find me and yet, it never does. Friday, after work, I go to non-boyfriend’s house to take a nap while he studies. I actually get almost 3 straight hours of sleep. I go home, and miraculously sleep all night. Saturday, I wake up, feeling less tired than normal, but still with ear pain. That night I go out, and by the time I am actually in bed, it is past 3am. I don’t fall asleep until after 5. At 8am, I awaken with no possibility of falling back asleep. I force Elizabeth outside, feed the meowing cat, and do a load of laundry. I run to the post office to check 4 days worth of mail in my PO BOX and return to find out that Mi Madre wants sister and me to clean out the garage. We text message everyone we know, requesting assistance. The only responses that were semi-positive involved sexual favors in exchange for labor. We declined – not on moral grounds – but strictly out of annoyance that these people would not help us out of the kindness of their own hearts. By mid afternoon, my ear hurt so badly, I wanted to cry. Luckily, Mi Madre says, “Honey, I have great antibiotic drops for your ear. . . Now, I know it says ‘eye’ on the bottle – but it’s all interconnected.” WHOA! I have stooped to taking medical advice from someone with no medical training. Out of desperation, I allow one drop in my pained ear. Not sure that it really helped, so I went to bed early – only to find that I couldn’t sleep . . . imagine that!!!

I call the doctor’s office AGAIN, and make an appointment for exactly one week and one day after they gave me an ineffective shot and no assistance with my ears. This time, I can see my doctor. I get stuck in traffic and am late for my appointment. Unlike other offices, this one works on a strict schedule. Luckily, another patient had arrived early, so they took my appointment time and I got theirs. When the doctor walked into the room, I explained that I don’t care for the P.A. and think he was wrong. The doctor defends the P.A.’s actions – but acknowledges that he took an educated guess. “Whatevs! I just want my ear to stop hurting and to get some sleep.”

Then the miracle happened! He gave me Antibiotics (3000mg of Amox a day). He gave me meds to reduce the swelling in my ears. And he gave me a prescription for sleep. Lovely little pills that are extremely effective. They worked so well that I woke up groggy as hell on Wednesday morning. But I didn’t care! I slept a solid 9 hours. YAY!

Chalk one up for the good guys!

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