Wine Fairs and Promethazine

The full story of my sudden and inexplicable illness is long, dramatic and confusing, even for me who lived through it.

In Short:
( a day by day play by play)

Sun Night: start to feel both nauseous and faint, throw up and go to bed.

Mon Morning: Wake up in horrible pain, centering in my belly and back area, freak out and go to ER, where they give me a contrast CAT scan and morphine. Neither makes me happy, both make me cry.

Tues Day: Home feeling better until I am suddenly struck with a blinding headache. I go rapidly to bed.

Wed: Having not slept all night due to headache, I am grouchy and still in horrible pain, I call a doctors office, get rejected thanks to my stupid ny-only insurance and am advised to go directly to the ER....again.

I go and get more CAT scans, more drugs leaving this :



Then my loving and hapless father who happens to be in town comes to pick up my sad self and return me to my bed of pain.

Overall Diagnoses:

Headache...Virus.. I-Have-No-Idea

Either way the next several days have consisted of my taking Tylenol and Motrin in rotation along with my prescription for nausea and drinking plenty of Ensure since solids having been disgusting me.

Today I do feel much better and so My Roomi J and I journeyed out to the Annapolis Fairgrounds to engage in a $22 wine fair. The fair itself was rather sad, with many a redneck and a few soggy, made-in-china nicknacks for sale. the wines were mostly local, and a decent assortment but mostly people were chucking them back like it was water in the desert, not a lot of "wine tasting" going on.



Either way, we tasted and gossiped and then typically, the heavens opened and decided for us that we were done with our foray into 'fancy' wine. Oh well, at least we got out of the house.

Upon our return to our den of doggiesmell and brown furniture, we made some mac and cheese and curled up on the couch for Office Space.

yay sunday