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Jun. 16th, 2009 07:08 amSo an ER visit is not how I like to start my day (unless I could get Peter Petrelli to be my paramedic, in which case I would probably have more "accidents"). Not to alarm everyone, there weren't any paramedics involved this time around, just me. I woke up a few different times during the night with a tight chest -- as in, HOLY FUCK CAN'T BREATHE -- and did my best to remedy it. When I woke at 3, the inhaler kind of worked but not enough to where I was comfortable enough to go back to sleep. So I sat in the bathroom while I ran the shower on hot and the steam helped a lot. So I went back to sleep and woke up about a quarter of five, same story. Except this time inhaler didn't work and neither did the shower (and YES I was starting to panic but I was trying NOT to panic because I know that wouldn't help). I even got dressed and sat outside for a bit just in case it was something in the house. But I panicked anyway and since my mom is at my grandmother's and I would have felt guilty calling and waking her up (because trust me, my mom is not awake right now), I drove myself to the ER.
It only took about 30 minutes all in all (DeWitt's ER is not exactly County General or Seattle Grace, here), and the doctor gave me a script for prednisone to open up my bronchial tubes. They gave me a dose there too and it seems to be working. I just hate that this indicates that I am now clearly an adult because all I can see is the dollar sign attached to everything. I hate money, and I hate not being clear on what my insurance is since that's been a pain in my ass ever since I turned 23. One of the ladies at the eye doctor yesterday when we discovered I'm not insured for eye care said, "Isn't being a college graduate fun?" and I was forced to answer, "No, so far, it blows." And then fill out the blank check my dad had given me for $339.40.
In happier news, Jonathan Groff is playing Dionysus in The Bacchae at the Public Theatre in August, and I am moving to New York in August. Fate? Possibly. Coincidence? Considerably more likely. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to try and swing it before school starts. Yes, I am a crazy fangirl, but a) you wouldn't have me any other way, and b) ...
... if loving him and what he can do on stage is wrong, then I don't want to be right.
It only took about 30 minutes all in all (DeWitt's ER is not exactly County General or Seattle Grace, here), and the doctor gave me a script for prednisone to open up my bronchial tubes. They gave me a dose there too and it seems to be working. I just hate that this indicates that I am now clearly an adult because all I can see is the dollar sign attached to everything. I hate money, and I hate not being clear on what my insurance is since that's been a pain in my ass ever since I turned 23. One of the ladies at the eye doctor yesterday when we discovered I'm not insured for eye care said, "Isn't being a college graduate fun?" and I was forced to answer, "No, so far, it blows." And then fill out the blank check my dad had given me for $339.40.
In happier news, Jonathan Groff is playing Dionysus in The Bacchae at the Public Theatre in August, and I am moving to New York in August. Fate? Possibly. Coincidence? Considerably more likely. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to try and swing it before school starts. Yes, I am a crazy fangirl, but a) you wouldn't have me any other way, and b) ...
... if loving him and what he can do on stage is wrong, then I don't want to be right.
