Remember the 3 AM Club? or Slave to the Drugs

Rayne wrote a blog last month about being awake at 3 AM. Well, here I am and it's 2:40 AM. Close enough, right? So now I will bore you with my story of how I ended up here on Blogger at this ungodly hour. Warning! Selfish, whiney rant to follow! Proceed at your own risk!

I went to bed early because I was tired and just didn't feel well. At midnight my alarm sounded and I had to get up and get my antibiotic out of the refrigerator. I was loathe to move from my bed at first because of how much my stomach hurt. Drugs were only a hands reach away, but in order to identify which pill to take I needed to turn on the light. Groaning, I did so and popped a Phenergan before fetching my antibiotic syringe and tubing from the fridge. Then I realized my migraine had returned, so I popped an Imitrex, too.

I waited about fifteen minutes instead of half an hour before starting the antibiotic. I just wanted to go back to bed. But of course, the minute I lie down I can't get comfortable, my body heat keeps changing and I can't seem to keep my eyes closed even though I feel like I want nothing more than to shut them. So much for that. Half an hour later, the antibiotic finished, I pop a Lorezapam because I just can't relax. So far, I know that all of these medications can be taken together safely, but I'm still a little skeptical. But really, what choice to I have? I mean, I guess I could lay around in misery and boredom until I'm weeping, exhausted. I'll take my chance with the drugs.

I read a book and make frequent trips to the restroom (that's what I get for eating half a meal. And they want me to gain weight...ha!) while I wait for the Lorezepam to take effect. No such luck. I consider taking an Ambien, but it's much too late for that if I'm going to wake up early and go get my blood drawn and see the doctor. Besides, Ambien and Phenergan are not supposed to go together. At least, that's what Rayne says. And she's right. Last time I took them together I had horrible hallucinatory (is that a word?) dreams.

At long last I decided to turn my computer back on and maybe get a little work done, or play a game. It's going to be hell again tomorrow so I might as well enjoy myself a little while I can, right? I mean, I have to get up in five hours to give myself my next dose of antibiotics and there won't be time for any migraines or stomach aches. Nope, I gotta go straight to the hospital and be a good patient, no matter how sick or sleep deprived I am.

You'd think seeing the doctor would help you on your way to recovery, but that's wrong. So is the assumption that IV antibiotics will help. Well, I suppose if you have a nurse who gives them to you then that's fine, but I can't have any more than 7.5 hours of peace at a time because of this blasted medicine. It's starting to wear me down. A teeny tiny part of me almost hopes I have to get surgery because then maybe I could sleep for a full ten hours! Geeze. Okay, that's an exaggeration, but you get my point.

The rats enjoy having me up anyway. What would I do without their eager, furry little faces when all else seems dark and sickly?

I think this entry goes in the notebook Rayne gave me for selfish rants.

Is anyone else up?