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Wow, going to the hospital during the height of the holidays is not fun.
Yes that's right, I was wisked away last night when I, using the terminology Doctor Calvin used, succumbed to prolonged malnutrition and collapsed. Heh, he made it sound a lot worse than I figured it was.
Basically the problem was that I hadn't exactly been eating properly over the last few months, and by that I meant, typically I would grab maybe an apple or orange, and leave things at that, maybe having a small meal if I had the time, but truthfully the vast majority of the time I didn't bother.
Normally, according to Doctor Calvin (I love his name, so I'm going to write it as much as possible) these poor (read: nonexistant) eating habits would have caused a small list of problems over time, but apparently there were accompanying problems. Mainly stress.
So far since October, I've dealt with increased work loads at my job, as well as an increase in shifts, which hasn't bothered me really (I'm one of the few people I know that's had a job since I was legally entitled to hold a job. Actually that's pretty sick, the longest I ever had off from work in five years is two weeks).
The break I took back in November was not really a break. My father suffered two heart attacks, and I went down to where he lives to be with him while he underwent Quadruple Bypass Surgery (removing the clogged veins and replacing them with veins from other areas of his body). I also took care of gathering the work he was missing so that once he was rehabilitated he could finish it up.
Add to that several illness's that I typically encounter in winter, but I guess because of my poor health they were aggravated further.
Anyways, the combination sort of culminated and last night at work while pulling a pallet I had a dizzy spell that ended up with me on the ground unable to move, and after twenty or so minutes my bastard of a boss finally noticed and called an ambulance (its nice to know that if it actually was something terribly serious, I would have likely died before receiving assistance).
SO! What does this mean?
It means I've been given very strict instructions to "Take it easy", and take some time off of work. It didn't go over very well with my boss, but when I smiled in my coniving manner, and commented how I thought some people (read: the union for where I work) might find it interested that I was allowed to lie crumpled on the ground for twenty minutes before anyone attempted to assist me, he finally decided that agreeing to the time off would be a good idea.
I'm also going to have to somehow get my eating habits up to normal human standards, which admittingly is a problem, because I can barely eat a meal without feeling sick nowadays.
Instead of being bad news for you guys, this is in fact good news, because I find writing to typically be quite relaxing. So, I should be able to get this Sergeant Johnson Side Story up and ready for viewing by Christmas Day. Look forward to that.
For now, I'm off to play some Animal Crossing DS, I've got a couple hundred thousand bells to work off by that bastard Tom Nook.
[Edited on 12/21/2005]