Last Monday something bit me at work. Figured it was a mosquito or something insignificant like that. Scratched the bite. It swelled. Tried to squeeze the little pimple like bit. And from there? Well, I'm seeing the doctor every day for a shot in my hip and taking medicines galore!
I didn't report it because I thought it nothing on Monday. By the next day, it had swelled beyond normalcy but still no report. By Friday, I was in 'you're going to lose your arm if you don't do something now' territory and figured it was time to do something. Why didn't I say something earlier? Well, listening to people of your company talk numbers about how much a store accident costs and seeing their faces...I didn't want to be the reason we're not in profit.
THEN, at my second follow-up visit today, the doctor said I had no choice but to go to the emergency room because my brain could explode with how high my blood pressure was.
Stupid, stupid me. The lack of general concern for myself. In my defense, no one likes to tell the boss you're hurt and sick. The response is usually unfavorable during a heavy work day on top of that. Also, I have no money. I never do for stupid doctor's visits and prescriptions. AND WHO THE HELL wants to be on a million different meds.
Speaking of that hellish ordeal, I have three oral prescriptions for the bite running through my vein plus a syrine administered drug plus a new tetanus shot. MY BODY ACHES simply from the drugs. Bonus is the addition of three other drugs today pumped into my system for the blood pressure and THREE MORE PRESCRIPTIONS TO START TAKING TOMORROW! I'm a walking, fucking chemistry lab.
I have another follow-up tomorrow. Probably another shot.
sigh
I hate that little bitch of a bug that bit me. I BETTER GET FUCKING SPIDEY SENSES OUT OF THIS!
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