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The Aftermath....Oh, and a job!

I needed a cocktail badly yesterday. Quite badly.

But Pamela, you don't even drink!

You're right, I don't. And this wasn't just any kind of cocktail either. It was a GI cocktail, the kind you can only get at your local emergency room, after sitting for hours in agony, being poked and prodded numerous times and having some young ER doc ask you what you ate that you should not have eaten. The GI cocktail consists of a liquid painkiller, a muscle relaxant and lidocaine (you know, the numbing agent) all suspeneded in a lovely maalox solution. It comes in a plastic cup instead of a beautiful crystal glass, but that's just fine with me. I would have gulped a dozen of them if I'd had them near.

I should have gone the the ER yesterday. Instead, I spent the entire day in agony, in bed, curled up and trying not to breathe too deeply. Today I feel like a truck ran over me, backed up and did it a few more times. It's not too fun when your entire system goes into spasm for no apparent reason. Yes, I've had tests, no, they can't figure out what triggers this painful experience.

And today I start my new job. Did I mention I got one? No? Well, I've been busy lately, what with near death experiences and other things. I received a call from the mom of a friend, asking me if I would like to work for her at her real estate office, as she is not computer saavy and needs someone who is. I said of course I'd help her out. I don't know how many hours it will be, but I'm looking forward to it.

Hopefully I won't need a cocktail when it's over.

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  1. *****Special Kisses******

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  2. Bless! It is frustrating to know something is wrong and not know what is causing it or why. Hope you are feeling better.

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  3. go back to the er. find a cute male nurse, flirt outrageously, lick your lips, put a twenty in his hand. he'll give you the cocktail

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  4. I've been away (in a little pain, and glad to get home to some proper drugs). My sympathy.

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  5. ouch! ou must look out for those trucks more carefully!

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  6. Youch! Not fun...here's hoping it goes away as mysteriously as it seems to have appeared.

    Good luck at the new job, or should that be good luck making it to the new job?

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  7. what on earth-!
    how terrible! I'm so sorry, pam. feel better.

    NOW.

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  8. When it comes to drugs you can't be too proud to beg. For me and my family we ask for Midazolam by name.
    'Slam' is a drug which is a benzoWHOzepine derivative.
    and has powerful, get this.. anxiolytic,
    amnestic,
    hypnotic,
    anticonvulsant,
    skeletal muscle relaxant and sedative properties..
    and chances are good that it probably cleans grout too.

    All kidding aside I hope that this is a passing thing.

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