At least there was an elevator to get me down to the ground. I would have really sounded like a patient needing some new lungs if I had to actually walk from where I was parked. Once on the ground it was about a football field's length to the entrance. It was all uphill, so yeah, I was a little out of breath. It was so nice, at 11:00am or so, there were only 4-5 people waiting to be treated. I think because I have insurance, they treat me like royalty. This is the second time I go in which I am walked in immediately. I checked in, the lady gave me a mouth guard thingy, like I'm Michael Jackson, and I hate it as soon as I put it on. I asked to go to the bathroom, a little worried I might have to poop there in the waiting room, but I am way past my time to be home. I just peed and released a couple of little farts, hoping they wouldn't be heard.
I came out and they were already looking for me. They plugged me in to an actual EKG machine and the nurse or tech looking at the thing asks very bluntly "why are you here?" "Uh, the nurse practitioner said my heart is beating erratically from 43 beats to 78 beats a minute, and my oxygen saturation is low." " She also told me I would probably be dead by the weekend if I ignore this." I mean she was adamant that I even needed an ambulance to get here, I kept telling her I felt fine." The tech said it looks normal. She then unplugged me and took my vitals. Within a minute or two, I had a room, she told me to call my Wife and whoever else that I would be in EB12. I asked her if I would be long or if I could still make work tonight. She said "no, you'll be here awhile doing some tests." I wouldn't plan on working.
In the room, I was plugged into another EKG machine and my arm was checked for blood pressure and my finger had another measuring device. The doctor came in and said "I remember you, with the hole in your leg." "Yeah," and we talked about that for a minute. The doctor spent a couple minutes looking at the EKG machine and determined I have PVC, Premature Ventricular Contraction, an irregular heartbeat. He said it was fairly common and nothing to worry about. He also mentioned that the little machine the nurse practitioner is using sees a very small view of the big picture, so something like an irregular heartbeat looks like erratic heartbeats, there's a limit to what she can see, but what I see, looks ok. He said I needed to consider doing a sleep study to get a cpap machine so I can breath better in my sleep.
He then said "we will release you in a couple minutes." I just had to make sure "I'm not spending the night here?" He laughed and said "no, there is nothing else for us to do to you. I called my mom and dad who were just about getting to the outskirts of Crystal City. I told her to turn back, if they wanted, I was being released to go home and everything was alright. Never one to pass up an opportunity, my dad got on the speaker phone to tell me "loose weight, you are super fat." "Yeah dad, I know." Wife was already nearing San Antonio, I told her it was all a false alarm, she thought about heading back, but I convinced her to take a couple days off, when she said she still had like 11 days of Personal Time. I got a little angry at this "chingado Woman! You can't take a couple days off after my big scare and you have technically more days off than what you get in a year? Wow." She said "fine, I'll stay home tonight, but I might go back to work Friday morning." I said "nah, you're staying and spending time with your sick baby who has strep and monitor me so I don't die this weekend as the NP said."
Sunday, December 8, 2019
Saturday, December 7, 2019
12/7/19 Third Time's The Charm? (Part 2)
People can never wrap their head around the tired I am talking about. I function probably at 80% most of the time. I barely sleep like 6 hours a day during the work week, then I try and catch up on my sleep on the weekends. It could be that my heart and lungs aren't working properly, but according to her $20 toy machine on my pinky finger, my heart rhythm was fluctuation between 43 beats a minute and 78 beats a minute, which to her indicated that I was fixing to live that horizontal life.
This is about where she started mentioning I might be better going to the emergency room. I said "really?" "can't I just get my strep test done and I get my pills" "I have to go work tonight." By this point she said she was calling for a council with a consulting physician. She described me as a Hispanic, 48, 5'10, 420 pounds with a suspect heart. Damn, where's the part where you say "but has a heart of gold, nicest man this side of the Mississippi. Just the facts, Sir. What was the yes man on the phone going to say "oh, 420 pounds, sounds healthy, send him home? I was fucked from the get go. By now she is debating with herself whether to call an ambulance rather than risk me driving and dying along the way. I still was saying "I am fine, sure I'm super fat, but I feel as good as always."
Well, I am going to trust you'll get there safely, but I don't like it. Wife texted at this point asking me how it was going. I just said the truth, "well, the nurse practitioner says I'm probably dying this weekend." Maybe you want to head up here, I am being sent to the emergency room. She's talking about cracking me open and I'll pretty much be in the hospital all weekend. This almost got me tearing up, but I held it back because I feel fine I kept telling myself. I called my mom as this lady was like "yeah, prepare yourself, this will be a journey." "I am trying to save your life." The strep test was negative, by the way.
My brother calls me on the way to the hospital that my mom broke down crying and he was worried too. I said I don't think it is that serious, but she seems pretty sure I am fucked up. I guess I will find out in a bit. It was hard talking to Boy and telling him I might be going under the knife, but bring me a charger when and if you come and visit me. My phone is dying too. He got dressed and said he would head to the hospital. So here I am, at the hospital and no place to park. The parking lot is a freaking mess. It is so bad they are offering free parking in the garage where the doctors park. I went all the way to the roof of that thing before I found a spot. I parked and decided to call Javalina, I had promised him breakfast tacos and now I wasn't even going to be going home. He was barely awake, I mean he is sick with the strep, which is what got all this started.
This is about where she started mentioning I might be better going to the emergency room. I said "really?" "can't I just get my strep test done and I get my pills" "I have to go work tonight." By this point she said she was calling for a council with a consulting physician. She described me as a Hispanic, 48, 5'10, 420 pounds with a suspect heart. Damn, where's the part where you say "but has a heart of gold, nicest man this side of the Mississippi. Just the facts, Sir. What was the yes man on the phone going to say "oh, 420 pounds, sounds healthy, send him home? I was fucked from the get go. By now she is debating with herself whether to call an ambulance rather than risk me driving and dying along the way. I still was saying "I am fine, sure I'm super fat, but I feel as good as always."
Well, I am going to trust you'll get there safely, but I don't like it. Wife texted at this point asking me how it was going. I just said the truth, "well, the nurse practitioner says I'm probably dying this weekend." Maybe you want to head up here, I am being sent to the emergency room. She's talking about cracking me open and I'll pretty much be in the hospital all weekend. This almost got me tearing up, but I held it back because I feel fine I kept telling myself. I called my mom as this lady was like "yeah, prepare yourself, this will be a journey." "I am trying to save your life." The strep test was negative, by the way.
My brother calls me on the way to the hospital that my mom broke down crying and he was worried too. I said I don't think it is that serious, but she seems pretty sure I am fucked up. I guess I will find out in a bit. It was hard talking to Boy and telling him I might be going under the knife, but bring me a charger when and if you come and visit me. My phone is dying too. He got dressed and said he would head to the hospital. So here I am, at the hospital and no place to park. The parking lot is a freaking mess. It is so bad they are offering free parking in the garage where the doctors park. I went all the way to the roof of that thing before I found a spot. I parked and decided to call Javalina, I had promised him breakfast tacos and now I wasn't even going to be going home. He was barely awake, I mean he is sick with the strep, which is what got all this started.
Friday, December 6, 2019
12/6/19 Third Time's The Charm? (part1)
I really have to stand up and applaud the nurse practitioner that saw me yesterday. Not since the great Bambino, Babe Ruth himself, pointing with his bat indicating where his homerun was headed, have I seen such bravado and self confidence in one person. I went in, again, only because my throat/neck is hurting but I was diagnosed with a sprained/strained muscle. That was fine until I took in Javalina and he tested positive for strep throat. Instead of just saying, well, you're a loving family, I am sure you have hugged and/or kissed your son in the last few days and I understand strep is very contagious, here I will give you a prescription too. No!, we can't do that, come back tomorrow so I can see you as a patient. (You understand why I loose my shit sometimes. Life should be easier and flexible, come on!!!)
I shrug and say sure, I'll come in. Better yet, she says, I will put you in the system for 8:40am, you will be my first person after my morning meeting. Great! I will be here by 8:30am. There was no other mention of what to do, we hung out for another hour while my son got his meds, then we left. I went to work all night, show up in the morning and although my name is first, I have no way to change my presence, the computer says I am not there. I try logging in, but I don't have the code which she should have given me. She comes out at 9:00am from her meeting and goes to skip me. I said, "no, no, no! You entered me as the first person, it is not my fault I didn't have the code." She says "you were supposed to log in." I said "yeah, but then I would have been below these other three people, you told me I would be first." All she can muster is a lame "well, she has been fasting, she will be quick." Twenty minutes later, she opens the door and I am a foot away from her, she just gave in, come on in, I'll move stuff around on the computer. The dummy then says "the computer and that code was the reason for the meeting, people complain of exactly what you are going through." If that isn't dumb shit, I don't know what is. If I was one of those quiet pussies, I would still be sitting there waiting to be called on. It only got worse from there.
How is it going? she asked. I said ok, other than I have been up since yesterday around 4:00pm. "Oh, well, no worries, I'll have you on your way in a moment." she said confidently. Then the problems started. She put that little oxygen measuring device on my pinkie on the right hand. It was reading in the 80s, she declared it must be broken. She pulled out another one. This time she put it on my left hand and I got a reading of 97, cool, she almost moved on, but then she came back and started playing with her two devices, placing them on my two hands and reversing them. She started worrying. I told her "yeah, for about the last 3-4 years, I have had a problem with that oxygen reading always reading low. Apparently, the little device also reads your heart rhythm, reads your astrological sign and if you concentrate really hard, grants you one wish. Based on the little bumps on the bottom she starts with the "I am not liking these readings my friend, this could be serious." I still say "ehh, I am fine, I just need sleep right now." I say, nonchalantly. So now she adds fatigued to the list. I say I'm not really fatigued, although I do feel sleepy throughout the day when I shouldn't.
I shrug and say sure, I'll come in. Better yet, she says, I will put you in the system for 8:40am, you will be my first person after my morning meeting. Great! I will be here by 8:30am. There was no other mention of what to do, we hung out for another hour while my son got his meds, then we left. I went to work all night, show up in the morning and although my name is first, I have no way to change my presence, the computer says I am not there. I try logging in, but I don't have the code which she should have given me. She comes out at 9:00am from her meeting and goes to skip me. I said, "no, no, no! You entered me as the first person, it is not my fault I didn't have the code." She says "you were supposed to log in." I said "yeah, but then I would have been below these other three people, you told me I would be first." All she can muster is a lame "well, she has been fasting, she will be quick." Twenty minutes later, she opens the door and I am a foot away from her, she just gave in, come on in, I'll move stuff around on the computer. The dummy then says "the computer and that code was the reason for the meeting, people complain of exactly what you are going through." If that isn't dumb shit, I don't know what is. If I was one of those quiet pussies, I would still be sitting there waiting to be called on. It only got worse from there.
How is it going? she asked. I said ok, other than I have been up since yesterday around 4:00pm. "Oh, well, no worries, I'll have you on your way in a moment." she said confidently. Then the problems started. She put that little oxygen measuring device on my pinkie on the right hand. It was reading in the 80s, she declared it must be broken. She pulled out another one. This time she put it on my left hand and I got a reading of 97, cool, she almost moved on, but then she came back and started playing with her two devices, placing them on my two hands and reversing them. She started worrying. I told her "yeah, for about the last 3-4 years, I have had a problem with that oxygen reading always reading low. Apparently, the little device also reads your heart rhythm, reads your astrological sign and if you concentrate really hard, grants you one wish. Based on the little bumps on the bottom she starts with the "I am not liking these readings my friend, this could be serious." I still say "ehh, I am fine, I just need sleep right now." I say, nonchalantly. So now she adds fatigued to the list. I say I'm not really fatigued, although I do feel sleepy throughout the day when I shouldn't.
Thursday, December 5, 2019
12/5/19 Minute Clinic, Round Two?
Like my dad says (in Spanish), "a veces chingas y a veces te chingan." Loosely "sometimes you fuck and sometimes you get fucked.) I mean he said it about selling us the VW bug with so many little problems, but still. I can laugh now. I like that saying and I can say it fit in that I went in on Monday, not really wanting to but I went around 1:00pm. There was nobody there, I waited about a minute before going in to see the nurse practitioner. The thing is, he wasn't very thorough, he just came to the conclusion that it was in the muscle itself. According to him, I had sprained it somehow and the best course for remedy is to alternate between ibuprofen and acetaminophen.
That sounded fair and correct, except Javalina started complaining that his throat hurt. I ignored it the first day, but the pain was even more pronounced Tuesday morning to the point of him calling me and asking if he could go to the doctor. He doesn't try to miss school, so I didn't think he was trying to get out of going, but then he goes and texts me "if I feel bad, I'll text you to come get me." I find this to be worse than just missing because then I have to be some sort of aware if and when he calls me. I tried to keep an ear on the phone, but if I am asleep I can't promise anything. Some days are restless and I wake every 1-2 hours to pee and toss and turn but this week with my own pains in the neck, I have been sleeping deep and with little disturbances. Yesterday, I only woke at noon and then right at 3:50pm, which is when I saw his message from 2:30pm to go and get him. School gets out at 4:30, so I figured I would go and get him as quickly as possible to the 4:30pm time, but it is just horrible with almost 2,000 kids letting out at once.
We got over to the CVS as quickly as possible, but of course, this would be one of those times when I was about out of gas, so we stopped to get about $30, because payday is the next day and I had a few bills that if they went in we might be down to a very few bucks without moving money around. Anyways, we get to the clinic and there is a 1.5hr wait, which we take as a cue to go eat at the nearby Whataburger. We get back and still waited about an hour. Then we had to wait for the amoxicillin, then I had to rush home, by then it was 8:00pm and I was running late to work. BTW, the nurse practitioner that saw him quickly decided to do a strep test and yes, he was positive, which leads me to think it is what I have. So, as a bonus prize, I get to go back a third time today, because even though I was there, she couldn't see me nor give me the same medicine my son was getting.
The reference to a veces chingas…. is that when I went in there Monday, there was no one else there and I was in and out in half an hour, probably. Yesterday, we got there before 5:00pm and didn't get the prescription from the pharmacist until after 8:00pm. It was just a shit show with all these people and their sick kids, plus costing me 3 hours of time when they call themselves Minute Clinic.
That sounded fair and correct, except Javalina started complaining that his throat hurt. I ignored it the first day, but the pain was even more pronounced Tuesday morning to the point of him calling me and asking if he could go to the doctor. He doesn't try to miss school, so I didn't think he was trying to get out of going, but then he goes and texts me "if I feel bad, I'll text you to come get me." I find this to be worse than just missing because then I have to be some sort of aware if and when he calls me. I tried to keep an ear on the phone, but if I am asleep I can't promise anything. Some days are restless and I wake every 1-2 hours to pee and toss and turn but this week with my own pains in the neck, I have been sleeping deep and with little disturbances. Yesterday, I only woke at noon and then right at 3:50pm, which is when I saw his message from 2:30pm to go and get him. School gets out at 4:30, so I figured I would go and get him as quickly as possible to the 4:30pm time, but it is just horrible with almost 2,000 kids letting out at once.
We got over to the CVS as quickly as possible, but of course, this would be one of those times when I was about out of gas, so we stopped to get about $30, because payday is the next day and I had a few bills that if they went in we might be down to a very few bucks without moving money around. Anyways, we get to the clinic and there is a 1.5hr wait, which we take as a cue to go eat at the nearby Whataburger. We get back and still waited about an hour. Then we had to wait for the amoxicillin, then I had to rush home, by then it was 8:00pm and I was running late to work. BTW, the nurse practitioner that saw him quickly decided to do a strep test and yes, he was positive, which leads me to think it is what I have. So, as a bonus prize, I get to go back a third time today, because even though I was there, she couldn't see me nor give me the same medicine my son was getting.
The reference to a veces chingas…. is that when I went in there Monday, there was no one else there and I was in and out in half an hour, probably. Yesterday, we got there before 5:00pm and didn't get the prescription from the pharmacist until after 8:00pm. It was just a shit show with all these people and their sick kids, plus costing me 3 hours of time when they call themselves Minute Clinic.
Wednesday, December 4, 2019
12/4/19 Starting To Feel Empty, Maybe?
I like the idea of a big house and then filling it with loved ones. As a result, I pushed and I pushed a lot way past Wife's comfort level, to get us in this house. It was touch and go for awhile. At one point, I thought we might even lose the house in 2008, when I went through a period of furlough, but in the end, so far, it has always worked out well enough.
We have had all sorts of people staying with us, and it has been mostly good times, from the friend of Boy back in high school, to his other friends who just always seemed to be here every weekend. Then we've had my brother, Girlie, Dirty Dog, and now even Sweetie seems to be living here at least half of the week, even if it is on the downlow. I would prefer they do it right and get married first, but I also don't want them rushing off and doing something stupid like getting married before they get their respective degrees. Boy is even doing that backwards, so who knows? As I mentioned, the place where he has been interning has offered him a salary even though he still needs another class or two. He will be making a salary that sounds crazy a couple years ago for a brand new graduate, but he says most of his friends with similar degrees are making even more, so I guess his pay is just ok.
My worry is that he may think he is all grown up now and try to head on out and make it on his own. He occasionally goes and sleeps at Sweetie's family's house and that alone makes the house feel a lot emptier. Add in the fact that Girlie and the BF along with Moro (their dog) are moving out tomorrow and our big almost 4000 sq ft house will be for only Javalina and I during the week. This is why I never minded Girlie moving in, we have 2 empty guest rooms and if Boy decides to forge his own way, we will essentially have 3 empty bedrooms.
My sister and brother have both whined that they would not come and visit until my tenants moved out and now that they are about to, they are whining to my mom that she better not come visit us during the Christmas break. So why should I worry about emptying the house of other people I have relationships with, if my own family still won't come and visit?
Wife said the daughter of one of her coworkers wanted to move to Austin with a girlfriend, and Wife was toying with me and the idea of a couple of brand new legal teens (+18) moving in. Like Joe Walsh sings "Life's Been Good To Me..." I doubt this will come to pass, but oh man, isn't the thought of brand new young un's running around the house just give the whole manor a new vibe. As Patrice O'Neal described, I'm too old to do anything about it but sit back and enjoy watching them trying on tennis shoes and what not. This crazy life just goes round and round and just when you think it's gonna suck, life takes an unexpected twist, so I'll just hang on for awhile.
We have had all sorts of people staying with us, and it has been mostly good times, from the friend of Boy back in high school, to his other friends who just always seemed to be here every weekend. Then we've had my brother, Girlie, Dirty Dog, and now even Sweetie seems to be living here at least half of the week, even if it is on the downlow. I would prefer they do it right and get married first, but I also don't want them rushing off and doing something stupid like getting married before they get their respective degrees. Boy is even doing that backwards, so who knows? As I mentioned, the place where he has been interning has offered him a salary even though he still needs another class or two. He will be making a salary that sounds crazy a couple years ago for a brand new graduate, but he says most of his friends with similar degrees are making even more, so I guess his pay is just ok.
My worry is that he may think he is all grown up now and try to head on out and make it on his own. He occasionally goes and sleeps at Sweetie's family's house and that alone makes the house feel a lot emptier. Add in the fact that Girlie and the BF along with Moro (their dog) are moving out tomorrow and our big almost 4000 sq ft house will be for only Javalina and I during the week. This is why I never minded Girlie moving in, we have 2 empty guest rooms and if Boy decides to forge his own way, we will essentially have 3 empty bedrooms.
My sister and brother have both whined that they would not come and visit until my tenants moved out and now that they are about to, they are whining to my mom that she better not come visit us during the Christmas break. So why should I worry about emptying the house of other people I have relationships with, if my own family still won't come and visit?
Wife said the daughter of one of her coworkers wanted to move to Austin with a girlfriend, and Wife was toying with me and the idea of a couple of brand new legal teens (+18) moving in. Like Joe Walsh sings "Life's Been Good To Me..." I doubt this will come to pass, but oh man, isn't the thought of brand new young un's running around the house just give the whole manor a new vibe. As Patrice O'Neal described, I'm too old to do anything about it but sit back and enjoy watching them trying on tennis shoes and what not. This crazy life just goes round and round and just when you think it's gonna suck, life takes an unexpected twist, so I'll just hang on for awhile.
Tuesday, December 3, 2019
12/3/19 Aspirin and Ibuprofen Shouldn't Be This Good?
Yesterday I mentioned my neck pain and going to the Minute Clinic at CVS. The nurse practitioner said it wasn't an ear infection or anything in my throat, like strep. He said it was probably the left muscle on the front of my neck that I hurt some way or other. More than likely, it was all the sleeping I did. I about slept in every room of the house, from the kitchen table to the living room, to the toilet, if I'm going to be honest. I think I have been catching up with my rest, but this pain was not helping.
Like magic, I took acetaminophen, aspirin, which I don't put much faith in, and within an hour most of my pain was numbed down and feeling like I could live with it. When the "doc" asked me where my pain was at the clinic I told him it was probably at around a 6-7. I wasn't dying, but it was enough to get me to go to the clinic. After a round of both aspirin and ibuprofen I was able to be at work and not really think about my neck, most of the night.
I've been trying to keep it up, like we have told the boys, stay ahead of the pain and just take the pills before anything starts hurting. I took some before I came into work, then as I was fixing to drive home for lunch, I had a bottle of each and I popped another 3 aspirin before lunch and 4 ibuprofens before coming back to work. This was around 3:00am and as soon as I finish writing this, I am headed to my Excursion and taking another round of aspirin.
I know that both will take care of a headache, but this pain seemed much more serious, yet the combo seems potent enough. I am taking 4 ibuprofen because at 200mg, I need a little more because of my size. I know aspirin can cause other problems, so I am not trying to abuse it, which is why I am only taking three of those at a time. I also know I need to wait at least an hour or two between taking the different meds. I'll keep posting on this, while the pain continues, later.
Like magic, I took acetaminophen, aspirin, which I don't put much faith in, and within an hour most of my pain was numbed down and feeling like I could live with it. When the "doc" asked me where my pain was at the clinic I told him it was probably at around a 6-7. I wasn't dying, but it was enough to get me to go to the clinic. After a round of both aspirin and ibuprofen I was able to be at work and not really think about my neck, most of the night.
I've been trying to keep it up, like we have told the boys, stay ahead of the pain and just take the pills before anything starts hurting. I took some before I came into work, then as I was fixing to drive home for lunch, I had a bottle of each and I popped another 3 aspirin before lunch and 4 ibuprofens before coming back to work. This was around 3:00am and as soon as I finish writing this, I am headed to my Excursion and taking another round of aspirin.
I know that both will take care of a headache, but this pain seemed much more serious, yet the combo seems potent enough. I am taking 4 ibuprofen because at 200mg, I need a little more because of my size. I know aspirin can cause other problems, so I am not trying to abuse it, which is why I am only taking three of those at a time. I also know I need to wait at least an hour or two between taking the different meds. I'll keep posting on this, while the pain continues, later.
Monday, December 2, 2019
12/2/19 Downtime Should Not Equal Sicktime?
I freaking hate taking time off and getting sick, it just sucks. This past week was in the process of being one of the most relaxing yet productive times off ever. Then my neck decided to be an asshole. I hadn't been off for a full week since 4th of July week, so I was really looking forward to getting away from the same old repetitive crap. I was out one night before they were asking for help for the coming week. I offered my services to do a night of OT, IF they didn't bamboozle me by trying to convert one of my vacation days into a work day. In other words, I want to see my check get fatter, I didn't come up with the idea of this unlimited PTO, I just have to live with it.
So, by the end of the week (which I was supposed to be off), I had 36 hours PTO, 16 hours holiday time and 12 hours and 9 hours OT. If I am paid correctly, it'll be my biggest check in a couple years, plus I worked Sunday night too, and that time (another 9 hours) starts my next paycheck nice and healthy.
The problem here is my neck that all of a sudden felt like I had hurt it somehow. My initial guess was that I slept wrong, and that is quite possible since it is about all I did on the days I was not working. I'd get up, eat with Wife a lunch and then back to napping while she watched some of her lame shows. I am most energetic at night, so about the time she would come to bed (around 3:00am), is when I would feel like I should be getting up and then I would stay up until around 10:00am. This went on all week, even on Thanksgiving, when I stayed awake while we ate, then slept all afternoon at my in-laws, until almost 8:00pm, when we started getting ready to come back.
Well, my neck did not get better after being in pain Saturday and Sunday, I went to the Minute Clinic, hoping they would tell me I had an ear infection or even a little strep, but nothing. Ususally, when my folks come visit, they bring a little bug of some kind from my nephews, they seem to be a sickly bunch, but so far, not this time. The nurse practitioner agreed that it was just a sore neck muscle and suggested I apply heat and cold and keep taking ibuprofen and acetaminophen. He said this could take up to 6 weeks to go away, which sounds horrible because sometimes it really hurts. The pain does fluctuate from nothing to full on trying to make me cry mode.
So, by the end of the week (which I was supposed to be off), I had 36 hours PTO, 16 hours holiday time and 12 hours and 9 hours OT. If I am paid correctly, it'll be my biggest check in a couple years, plus I worked Sunday night too, and that time (another 9 hours) starts my next paycheck nice and healthy.
The problem here is my neck that all of a sudden felt like I had hurt it somehow. My initial guess was that I slept wrong, and that is quite possible since it is about all I did on the days I was not working. I'd get up, eat with Wife a lunch and then back to napping while she watched some of her lame shows. I am most energetic at night, so about the time she would come to bed (around 3:00am), is when I would feel like I should be getting up and then I would stay up until around 10:00am. This went on all week, even on Thanksgiving, when I stayed awake while we ate, then slept all afternoon at my in-laws, until almost 8:00pm, when we started getting ready to come back.
Well, my neck did not get better after being in pain Saturday and Sunday, I went to the Minute Clinic, hoping they would tell me I had an ear infection or even a little strep, but nothing. Ususally, when my folks come visit, they bring a little bug of some kind from my nephews, they seem to be a sickly bunch, but so far, not this time. The nurse practitioner agreed that it was just a sore neck muscle and suggested I apply heat and cold and keep taking ibuprofen and acetaminophen. He said this could take up to 6 weeks to go away, which sounds horrible because sometimes it really hurts. The pain does fluctuate from nothing to full on trying to make me cry mode.
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