13,974 Days Alive
2.5 Hours and Counting Sitting in Uncomfortable Emergency Room Waiting Room Chairs
1 Diet Mountain Dew
Ugh. Tonight did not go to plan. I’m helping a roommate out, giving him a lift to the ER of the hospital I work at.
My head is killing me. I’m tired. I want to go home. But Vamp still hasn’t been seen properly. He’s been triaged and phlebotomized and told to wait. I hate seeing him in so much pain.
At least I was able to eat a little something for dinner before I left, even if I didn’t eat my fill beyond two slices of pizza. I suppose I should be grateful I even got that.
Mellon and I were supposed to go grocery shopping this evening and it didn’t pan out. Now, I suppose, that’s for the best. Mellon was too tired to safely drive Vamp to the ER.
But man alive is my head killing me. Oh. Wait. I have my purse on me. I have ibuprofen.
Now for that to kick in whilst I scroll through Kindle and try to find something else to read.
Mentally, I don’t know where I’m at. I’m a little scrambled, hurting, worried.
I’m going to go read.
Take your meds, folks.
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