Daaaamn. I am so sick of emergency rooms. This winter, our daughter swallowed a 2 inch screw, my son got a viral infection and was puking buckets, I went in for the migraine of all migraines, and then again, the night before last, I went in because I couldn't breathe and had chest pain.
I first got sick the second week of December and two days later, our 3 year old daughter caught RSV while Christmas shopping with her dad at the mall. Despite our attempts to keep her away from the other two, our 1 year old son soon got it, with our four month old baby girl to follow. So I guess between all the breathing treatments, medications, and caring for them, holiday mess and practicing, I forgot I was sick and didn't do anything for myself. We DID manage to keep the three of them out of the hospital though.. which was the objective.
So we practiced Monday, and I started feeling really bad during pratice. Went to bed that night and Dave touched me and said "dude you're burning up." Took my temperature and I had 102.5. He went to work and I stayed here at home with the kids.. as usual.. and my fever let up during the day. We were supposed to practice, but Jared learned his mom was coming into town, so we cancelled so Dave could work on lyrics. Night came and I couldn't breathe - just very shallow. It felt like I had a corset on, and with every attempt at breath, 3 or 4 big guys pulling the shit out of it. I was scared.. thinking that I hadn't made a will... that I should get up and write a letter to my kids - kind of scared. I got up and thought that it would help if I took one of my kids breathing treatments. I got out some of my medical books and started to read while doing the treatment.. and I see that "shortness of breath, white/pink mucus, and tingling of extremeties" are indicators of heart disease. Now I'm really scared... both my grandparents died of heart disease and my dad has congestive heart failure.. so I decide to go to the ER. Problem is that I popped back 3 tylenol PMs to help me sleep before the problem had progressed so I needed someone to drive me. I called my sister and she picked me up. I get there and there was a prick at the triage counter. I start telling him my problem, in some detail, and he cuts me off. "WHY are you here?" You tell me, Buttface!
The rest is a blur.. the tylenol kicked in. My sis said I was snoring away in the waiting room. Diagnosis not heart disesase. I have pneumonia - well developed in my left lung, and not as developed, but also in my right lung. We cancelled practice yesterday and Frank has his daughter today (it worked out) so i'm not sure when we'll get together again, but we're at an o.k. place. All guitars are setup, drums will have new heads by the end of the week. Dave's been rockin' on lyrics. He wrote these yesterday.
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FIRST STRIKE - OR - NEW LIGHT'S FIRST KISS (title undetermined)
clench the fist / let the tension build / fan the flame / new light's first kiss
release all fury / frenzied flurry / of all my mistakes / of all I can't take / your pains not enough for me / a shattered mind you shall be / recipricate the violation
fall in line for the first strike / there will be no absolution / twist my knife inside your mind / go to hell - victim of the first strike
raise the hand / symbol of power / feel the flame / new light's first kiss
release all fury / frenzied flurry / of all I control / of all that I know / your pains not enough for me / a shattered mind you shall be / recipricate the violation
bring dawn to light / bring dawn to light / shroud your remains
bring dawn to life / bring dawn to life / feel new light's first kiss
fall in line for the first strike / go to hell - victim of the first strike
all I wanted / was what was mine / but you were inclined / to walk across the line / now you'll face the first strike
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so I apologize for any typos, but this was typed with one hand - I got a baby in the other.
Pneumonially yours,
Jen
