delilahb

Today began with a rocky start. I woke up extremely tired, so tired, infact, that I consumed a cup of coffee. I really try not to drink caffine at all, and prior to today, I hadn't had any coffee in almost a year. Needless to say, the coffee gave me a good buzz.

Then, I had FABULOUS news! I was informed that the position of a fellow co-worker was approved for rehire, meaning I get to keep my position as front desk worker. I will no longer have to be subjected to the whores of the file rooms. (Thank fucking GOD!)

Lunch time brought a whole different feeling. Listening to my hot doctor's suggestion, I had some meat and potatoes for lunch. An hour later, I was in so much pain, I was very much considering going to the emergency room. I decided not to for this reason, and this reason only: the catscan machine was down at the hospital. That's what they'd want to do anyway. Instead, I had one of my coworkers do a quick ultrasound to see if my already fucked up pancreas has changed:

A month ago, just the head of the pancreas was inflamed. Today, the whole fucking thing. Yeah. Just by looking at the fucking thing, it's pretty obvious I have pancreatitis. The only thing that's fishy is the fact my labwork is normal. I have a scheduled catscan for Wednesday so I'll have to wait until then to find out what the fuck's wrong with me.

Pancreatitis is not a good thing. If deemed chronic, in a few years, the enzymes could eat my other intestines. That just doesn't sound good.

So now, I'm sitting in my pajamas with my black Mary Jane's on, contemplating whether I want to wear heals tomorrow to work. I'm thinking not so much.