bewize

I have clearly started today as I finished yesterday and Sunday - with increasingly random weirdness and a growing sense of impending doom, coupled with a lot of self-inflicted WTF-ery.

I ended up having to go to court for S this morning and that was a complete fiasco. I abandoned ship and he will have to show up and see if he can't fix it, but when I left there were people vowing to do "whatever it takes" to see the other side fucked over.

Then, I get to the office and am setting up when a crazy lady walks in and demands to use the phone. I tell her we don't have a public phone and she gets so belligerent that I finally relent, because I didn't particularly want to stab her in the face with my pen, which was where my thoughts had taken me with increasing pressure.

While she's on the phone having a meltdown at whomever, I try to make breakfast and coffee. I burn breakfast and I spill coffee all over the place, including my foot which is sprouting a nice little red burn now, and in the midst of the symphony of curse words I'm spilling, coupled with the cacophonous sound of Crazy Lady yelling in the phone, one of B's client's walks in and gets irate that B isn't here.

At this point, I've reached the end of my tether and I ask if he had an appointment, he says no, and I ask if he sees the problem or if I need to spell it out for him. He apparently decides not to piss off the crazy lady with the one red eye (b/c oh, yes, left eye problems are back) and meekly asks me to leave B a note, which I do.

Then I go and tell Crazy Lady to wrap it up.

I call my paralegal and tell her to stop at the grocery store and buy paper towels and non-powder coffee creamer (b/c the boys only buy that nasty shit when I send them).

Then, B arrives and says that L was in a wreck, but she's okay.

That's 4 wrecks in the last few weeks, folks. M, B, me, L - usually these happen in threes, we may be going for a double, so watch yourselves.

I am on my last day of antibiotics. At least, I think I am. The left eye problem may suggest something different. FML.

Our heat isn't working in the house. It is freezing. I am freezing and that makes me whiny. AND COLD.

Bah.

Remember when I was whining yesterday about my throat hurting? Yeah. Well, I woke up this morning with my throat so swollen that I choked. I literally choked so much and so often that I threw up three times before I managed to get my contacts in, wherein I opened my mouth to stare at my throat... and freaked the fuck out.

It is... not pretty. NOT PRETTY. My uvula is so swollen that it and my throat lining were hanging down into my throat. I thought it was an allergic reaction and that it might be closing shut, so I ran and woke up V, made her look, and then called my mom to see if I needed to go to the ER or if I could wait for the doctor in an hour.

I ended up at the doctor, who sort of made fun of me until he actually looked in my throat (this is a long time friend, so I don't mind that he was being sort of snarky, especially since he worked me in AND gave me 3 months of my Advair inhaler!). Once he looked in my throat, all humor was gone and he said, "Wow. Umm, okay. Wow."

Yeah, not so funny now, is it?

He is pretty sure I have an abscess in my throat, although I am the only person without tonsils he's ever seen have one. My sinuses are compacted and filled with blood and everything about me is disgusting at the moment.

I'm now on steroids (my old friends! Yay, weight gain!), two antibiotics and a pain killer. I also have strict instructions to call him immediately if my throat starts filling like there is cotton stuffed around my voicebox or I cease being able to swallow at all.

Ummm. These things can happen?! *cue panic*

Plus, he told me I couldn't go to work today. I know it's ridiculous, but that's a crushing thing to tell a workaholic. But he said if the abscess ruptures (from talking too much or doing too much), I will end up in the hospital. I don't want that. I really don't want that. So, I worked from home today.

I did get a few things done, not nearly enough, because the pain killer knocked me the fuck out and I slept for like 3 and half hours. I'm still exhausted, though, and could go back to sleep in an instant.

Mostly, I'm left wondering what my body will think up next. A throat abscess? Really? According to the Internets, the most likely causes are tonsillitis (and I don't have tonsils) or TB (and I got tested about a dozen times last year what with the asthma issues). So, who the hell knows?

Not one, but TWO, clients are going to be on the evening news.

*fail*

Also, FUCK.

I am trying very hard to get things done. Getting Things Done, even. Thus far, I've managed to do quite a few things, but my TO DO list is longer than my DONE list.

And it's been 2 hours since I started typing this. I suspect that, more than anything, shows how my day is going.

But, I did cut my car insurance bill in half today!

Paid status on LJ is gone now. I miss my icons. Bah.

Not enough to pay, though.