The past few days have been rather rough for my standards. Monday, I was woken up by my pain and vomiting from my kidneys, took a bit of Oxycodone and ZOFRAN medication for the pain and nausea, respectively. It got to the point where I had to call the emergency services and be wheeled to the hospital. Blaaaah, while I was in there, I was writhing in pain for most of the time until they finally administered Toridol via IV, as well as fluids and ZOFRAN for the nausea. Glad that it was through a vein and not orally, otherwise I would still be throwing up.
Which I ended up doing, once more. Blegh.
While I was there, something humourous, a child named "Hånter" was brought in as an OD victim in the ward across from mine. He was whining, groaning, resisting the help of the medical professionals, even so when his mother arrived. It was... mildly entertaining to watch him in the bed as they used the catheter on him! Then they pumped his stomach... bluuh. There was blood in his stomach contents. The nurse had to call for assistance because no one else was in the room with her. It was humourous until then. All until then. The day ended on an odd note. I passed out while on the Oxycodone I took before given Vicodin.
Now, after urologist appointment, bad thing happen. I was told that I have eight stones in kidney. It is degrading, what I have to do; I have to urinate 2½ L. a day, and mail it in. Each day. Everything medical... embarrassing.
And on a worse note... I lost a person that I cared greatly for. I almost lost another, too, in the process. I told them what I like to do. I study people, subconsciously. I take notes, for the future. I test people with things, too. I don't notice it but I do. It is... fun to do. Fun to watch. As long as nothing big happens, I am fine with it. I can predict everyone's reaction to something if I know them well enough, even if it is a situation they haven't encountered before. (Run that through your mind. "A situation they haven't encountered before". I get different scrambled images of the characters gasping, holding their hands to their mouth, or just letting their jaw drop. Kskakska.) I'm about to pass out from the exhaustion of repeated Vicodin crashes.
Böök, Onni's funeral is today. I feel sad. I won't be awake at the time. I would much rather curl up and starve than miss the funeral. I want to pay my respects. Paying respects, be good friend to good friend. I am shameful friend. I did not much good to them. I was angry. I was quite bad to them. I regret a lot of things. I want to hug their dead body.
Farvel.
