I am Officially a Drug Head

Wome of you may be wondering where I've been, others probably didn't even notice I was gone. Well, let me just recap my past week to you.

Remember when I told you my baby girl had the flu? That was Friday before last. A few days later, the other daughter got the stomach virus, puking everywhere. Then the older son got real sick.

Well, Thursday I go to work feeling fine except for a mild scratchy throat. Then about 1pm something hit me from out of freakin no where. I got a headache that would bring down Mt. Rushmore, had chills and every pore within a pore on my porous body hurt and I was so dang weak I could hardly hold my head up.

Okay, my coworker called the hubby to come get me. He's tied up on a search warrant so I lay there in agony on the kids' waterbed in my classroom. I'm sure the parents who came to pick up there kids was wondering what in the world that humongous mound of blankets with feet hanging out was. Their childs' teacher- surely not so! SO!!!

Well he finally gets me home. I take Loratab. Headache still there, fever still there, chills still there. Oxycodone....nope, doesn't work. Hydrocodone....nope, doesn't work. Imitrex....nope doesn't touch it. (I'm beginning to get worried about now), then I take some Stadol nasal spray- doesn't phase it. I'm now thinking brain tumor here.

Hubby takes me to the doctor the next morning and I've got the flu and a cluster migraine. Doc gives me a shot of Stadol and Phenergan. That will definitely do it. I've had this before and it knocked me for a loop. But I decide that my neck may be out of alignment so, "just run me by the chiropractor real quick" before we go home. I don't remember much after that. DH says I was talking about Jack and Jill (that odd observation must have really stuck with me) and crying like a baby saying "I'll be good, I don't want to go night night." (I don't do drugs often, can you tell?)

Anyhow, I figured from past experience that I'll be out for a day or two, several hours later, I'm up with my head pounding like a freight train inside my skull. Did I mention at this time, my husband and kids have left me alone to sleep the drugs off??? so I am there by myself in a drugged state while DH is at a gig in Monroe. I don't bother him, I just take more drugs.

Needless to say, everytime I coughed up a lung, my head would pound louder. So where did I end up? You guessed it- the ER. They hook me up to a demerol drip with rocephin. Kept me till yesterday and now I am finally becoming a part of society again.

Then last night as I am about to go to bed, the litte one comes out of his room puking to hellvena and back. OMG!!! Am I being punished for something I did in a past life or something? Then my mom calls and says she and my dad are coughing up blood and that they (and I am quoting here because it is just ridiculous- "may go to the doctor tomorrow if we think we need to). What part of "coughing up blood" here do you NOT understand. Were you found under a rock?

They did go and are now on potent meds. Now we are just a big ole family of drug heads. While my husband the NARC is out fighting crime. Maybe he has something here about popping those Vitamin Cs......hmmmmm