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April 19, 2000
Ow, ow, ow, ow...
Oooow. Ow ow ow. I'm home sick. I woke up about two o'clock this morning with an incredible stomachache -- I woke up from a dream that I had been stabbed in the stomach, and when I woke up, I realized that it still hurt. A lot. Sharp, sharp pain. I got up and got some water, and took some Pepto-Bismol, and sat up for a while until it eased a little, then went back to bed and sat up in bed for a while. Why didn't I wake Barry up? I don't know, really. It hurt bad enough that I was crying, but I figured Barry couldn't really do anything except take me to the hospital up the street. That hospital is horrible, the doctors are surly and obviously aren't interested in their jobs (I've been there twice, and both times is was a nightmare -- when I was taken there after dislocating my knee, the doctor didn't want to give me a brace or crutches, and the technician didn't know how to work the x-ray machine -- although that might have been due to the fact that she was on the phone chatting with her sister while trying to x-ray me. Feh.) I finally went back to sleep, but when the alarm went off, I felt worse. We're really shorthanded at work, as I've mentioned before, and now the coworker who's been having emotional problems has abruptly quit, so I'm the one who's supposed to get there early and open the library. There's no one there for me to call in sick to. So I tried to get up and get ready for work -- I got as far as putting my contact lenses in, and then had to sit down for a while, and realized that I couldn't go in. I called a coworker at home and told her, and she promised to get there early enough to open up. I felt terrible calling my boss, because I know how stressed out she's been the past few days. I called Barry and talked him out of coming home and taking me to the doctor -- we decided that, if I wasn't better in two hours, he would come home and we would go. I went back to bed and whimpered for a while (the cat thought coming and standing on my stomach would be a great idea, youch...) and fell asleep again. I feel better now -- still a little pain, and now I'm very queasy. I had some tea, and that helped a little. But I'm not planning to leave the house today -- I may not even get out of my pajamas. I need to call the Everett Library and get information for a paper I have to write, so at least I'm home and can do that without interruption.
I'm watching daytime TV right now -- women sleeping with married men on Sally, medical miracles on Jenny Jones (and I thought that show was all slutty teenagers, all the time)... there's a lot of stuff about the Oklahoma City bombing, which is depressing and sad. I can still remember very clearly that day -- I was at Emerson, and my roommate and I were on the shuttle bus, trying to go to class. Beacon Street leading up to the State House was closed off, and there were police cars everywhere. We hadn't heard about the bombing, so we had no idea what was going on. The bus couldn't get through, so the driver just let out all out and we walked to class. The police wouldn't let anyone walk up Beacon Street either, and we heard something about a bomb. My class was in a building about six blocks from the State House. When I got to class, there were people standing outside crying. I asked someone what was wrong, and they said that a federal building in Oklahoma had been bombed and there were a lot of people killed, and the city had gotten threats of bombs in federal buildings all over Boston. We stood outside looking toward the State House, wondering what was going to happen. I don't think anyone went to class. It really doesn't seem like it was five years ago.
Hmm, this entry has been a downer. Sorry. I'm going to go take a nap now...
Posted by Mary Ellen at April 19, 2000 10:33 PM