Monday, September 18, 2006
Critical Condition
There are days when I feel like I need to rip open my stomach and just snatch everything inside out. Since late July I have been dealing with an up and down wave of indigestion problems. Yeah, I know. Shame on me for not seeking a doctor sooner. Well, there was the issue of enrolling into an affordable health care plan, which I did and finally received my health card around late August. Even then I procrastinated in finding a doc. I guess I didn't press the issue further, because it seemed that things were ok. I didn't have any of the discomfort, pain or nausea feeling I had been having by the time I did get the card. It was when my symtoms came back that I made an appointment with a gastric specialist, but the earliest I could get in was for October 11th.
Out of nowhere, the symtoms started to come back. Well, maybe it didn't come out of nowhere. What I have been noticing is that during those stressful times at work or outside of work, my indigestion problems arise. This morning was too excrutiating to stay at work. I had come into work late and just as I figured Mr. Yellow was on my case about that. Actually, to be honest I have been arriving to work late since this problem started, because the morning is one of my worst times. It takes me a lil bit longer to get myself together, because of pain, cramping or nausea. I'm always battling, do I need to sit on the toilet, lean over te toilet or do I need to just drink some juice or something to calm my insides?
I gave Mr. Yellow a brief rundown of what's going on with me. He knew about my upcoming appointment, but I told him I'm trying to see if I can get it a bit earlier. I told him I was in pain, and yet I had sat there to at least finish out a few things so they could go through for tomorrow. There are projects that we (the whole staff) are working on for a client, and they are giving us a tight schedule to complete things, just so they can have there stuff accounted for by the end of the fiscal year. So yes, this is a city government agency. May God help us with this....
Nevertheless, around noon I left. I had to. A couple of time I found myself almost in tears, because the pain was that intense. What's suprising is I have sort of befriended a lady, Ms. W, that is doing some contract work for us. For some reason she has taken a liken to me and when I told her what is going on (I was almost crying on the phone when talking to her), she wanted me to come over so she could share some of her remedies with me. First I must say, I'm in love with her apartment. She lives right in the heart of Capitol Hill in a building that use to belong to the telephone company - C&P/Bell Atlantic. Her apartment is a loft and she has a beautiful view of Constitution Ave and the lightening in her apartment was perfect. What's interesting is, if I had a loft, she has it decorated in a style that I would want to decorate mine - with art by African American artists. The only thing I wasn't feeling was her wall to wall carpet. While it did make the place nice and plush, I have a thing for hard wood floors. Maybe that has something to do with this house having hardwood floors.
Anywho.... she loaded me up with herbal teas and other remedies that are for colon cleansing and flushing out the digestive system. I was grateful that she was nice enough to share her with me. She told me that she doesn't even give her stuff out like this, but she knew I had been dealing with this for a while and she was concerned, especially as my appointment seems so far away. When I did make it home, I was hit with this dizzy feeling and a headache. All I wanted to do was to get comfortable, drink one of the teas and see if I could eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I did all of the above and became highly sleepy. I managed to make a couple of phone calls, including one to the doc to see if I could move the appointment. Go Fig! Her staff was at lunch and their pre-recorded message was on.
I drifted in an out of sleep for a few hours and finding the tea starting to do it's work. Ms. W told me not to be alarmed if my stomach started to feeling funny. It was simply just the herbal remedies attack any bacteria or parasites in your system and you will eventually flush them out. I woke up around 4 to fix some chicken noodle soup. I noticed how I wasn't in pain anymore and I did manage to eat a small helping of the soup. Soon I was back to lala land.
I don't know if it was the tea or just my mind being funny, but somewhere along the line I managed to have a dream about me in a restroom with this middle age Native American lady. I notice how she was looking at me as I was washing my hands, as if she as studying my methods for placing the soup on my hands and cleansing them. Suddenly, she began to speak, but she started telling me about tribal rituals and mainly something about how all the women in her tribe were married with children. I was soaking up her "spill" about whatever she was talking about and I started asking questions. Then I asked her something about Native American women and marriage. I think it was because she told me that everyone women in her tribe was married and I was shocked by that. I don't remember my exact question to her but it was something like "are you sure? No one is not married?" Her answer was something like, "Everyone is married. That's how we repopulate our tribe"
Anyone that is a Native American female and reading this, please don't take offense to my dream. I have no idea what the heck was going on and it may have something to do with me and my feelings towards marriage, which is another topic of its own.
With all of this being said, more than likely I'll be heading to work tomorrow to make sure that a couple of the projects are okay. Depending on how I feel will determine if I will be staying all day or not. All I know is... my body right now feels broken. The pain is gone, but I still feel this wait of exhulstion and I'm craving chocolate chip cookies. However, I'm staying away from sweets for a minute until I feel I can handle them. I have a dull headache, and my tummy and my intestines feel like they are doing mini flips.
Wonder if I should drink more tea.....
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8:57 PM ::
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