FINE. I'M FINE.
My doctors don't listen to me. I have a hard, sore vein in my neck and no one cares! It could explode! What about when I push Joss out? (Do not weigh in on the name. I have more pressing matters to attend to, e.g. detonating jugulars.) The exertion will surely blow the vein! No one cares!
Plus: it's the same vein (just higher up) that the nurses destroyed when they inserted an IV in my arm during my 1st pregnancy. The vein is ruined! Forever! And it could have a clot! Might go to my brain.
Why is my neck vein hard and sore? Why don't doctors read this blog, when it's obviously so entertaining, regularly-updated and full of accurate medical jargon? Plus, I have intestinal issues. Must be my portal vein. It's infected. I have septic phlebitis.
I think the shot I got last week was infected with bacteria, like maybe Group A Strep. The bacteria spread through my system and is eating my cardiovascular system. Shouldn't I have antibiotics or something?
I'm tizzed out. Then, there was my stroke Sunday night. That set me off too.
I've been taking medication for an infection. I woke up Sunday night at 1AM with a heavy arm. My fingers tingled. Then, my toes. I got up with an insistent ringing in my right ear. I picked up something to read. I needed a distraction. I couldn't see well -- bubble vision. I felt lightheaded. I walked to the den. I was dying, I knew it. It was the vein! The clot had traveled somewhere bad. I was stroking.
Kev followed me. I panicked. I begged him to take me to the ER. Call 911. I was on my way out. Kev yelled at me. (Isn't that mean? Wouldn't he be forever haunted by his last words to me after I passed?). I called 24-hour nurse hotlines. Maybe it's a reaction to your medication, they say. Go to ER if you want. If you want??? Isn't there some liability they assume by not immediately directing me to urgent care when I am obviously in cardiac distress?
Kevin tickles me. He rubs me head. He snuggles me. I fall asleep.
But the vein. It awaits.