I can’t sleep. I haven’t been sleeping at all. Last night I got two hours of sleep. Night before that, three and a half. And it’s not even solid sleep. I keep waking up constantly. And my head hurts. I went to see my primary care doctor today. She thinks I had/have viral meningitis, for a start. But that doesn’t explain the passing out, it just might explain the headaches.
I’m so tired of this. At least I get to go see Gap-Model Doctor Number Two tomorrow. Maybe he’ll be able to figure something out for me. I also have to go see some Infectious Disease speacialists. Let’s all cross our fingers that whoever I see there can be Gap-Model Doctor Number Four.
While spending some time in my Happy Thinking Place this evening, I had a thought (which is most befitting a Happy Thinking Place). The Walter Reed Hospital Emergency Room is really decrepid, thanks to military budget cut-backs. The whole place would really benefit from something as simple as new paint job. If I were feeling better, I would so approach the Hospital Commander tomorrow and volunteering to organize a redecoration of the Emergency Room. I think I could get Lowe’s or Home Depot to donate the supplies, then it would just be a matter of finding some people to do the labor. I’d love to do that.
Sleep… sleep… sleep… I’m craving food again. I want Papa Johns Pizza, complete with garlic sauce. And then, for dessert, a hot, fresh Krispy Kreme donut. Geeze, with all of these symptoms you’d think I was pregnant. You wouldn’t believe the number of times I’ve been asked that over the past two weeks. The most recent was this afternoon in the grocery store. I looked so sick that the cashier actually asked if I was feeling okay, then I said I didn’t feel well at all. My Mom got chatty with the lady and told her I’d passed out. The cashier leaned toward me and said, “Now, sugar, I’m gonna get all motherly on ya… you aren’t pregnant, are you?” I laughed and told her we’d be calling the Pope if I’m pregnant. She thought that was pretty funny. But still, I didn’t realize that I actually look sick enough for random strangers to ask me how I’m feeling.
Krispy Kreme… Krispy Kreme… Krispy Kreme… I wish replicators were real, like on Star Trek. And, I wish that aliens would come quickly, because I want whole new galaxies of cuisine options. I’m so tired of Earth food. Yes, I know this sounds strange, but if you think about it, in the average American suburb – a la where I live – there are only so many options: Chinese, Mexican, Italian, Vietnamese (if you’re lucky), Indian, American, Pizza Joints, Subs, and Fast Food. Where’s the variety? Where’s the surprise? Where’s the fun? I want something new, dang it. I want some new form of Betazoid chocolate; some new form of meat that’s a hybrid of tastes and subtances; I want whole new ecosystems offering me a wide variety of unexpected new spices. Doesn’t that sound like fun? Or maybe I’m just too hungry for my own good right now…
You know what else I want? Caesar salad. No idea where that just came from, but I really want it. The nice, tangy kind with the dressing that evenly coats everything. And croutons. And parmesan cheese on it.
Speaking of cheeses, brie would be lovely right about now, wouldn’t it? This is the first time I’ve actually felt hungry in ages. And now I’m *really* hungry.
I wonder if I could just stay awake all night and all day so that maybe I’ll be on some sense of a normal schedule tomorrow night. I think I’m gonna try it, since I’m still not even tired. Wish me luck.