“The flames on my cane make me go faster.”
So, I had to go to the hospital tonight. I don’t have health insurance, and I really didn’t wanna go.
For the past three years I’ve had increasingly worse back pains that are usually a result from my internal organs going haywire and effectively aging me several decades. It’s awful.
I mean, it feels like someone reaching to my back, grabbing my kidneys and making them into bricks and then spreading that pain through my abdomen. It makes me yelp and yell very hurtful things at people who don’t (usually) deserve it.
However, today at work my back decided to blow out, internal organs and all. After about an hour my boss made me go to the hospital.
Where I waited.
Where I waited 2.5 hours in increasingly worse pain.
Where I waited 2.5 hours in increasingly worse pain where I was turning cold and becoming dangerously dehydrated.
This was bad.
When I went to get some preliminary blood work, I had an episode that prompted them to take me back immediately. About another hour and I was given a cocktail of pain killers, saline, and nausea meds to kill the pain.
It worked. The pain was still there, but it wasn’t crippling. I could at least sit up and see colors in ether.
I just finished a late dinner and about to write an e-mail to hopefully get some insurance so I can solve this problem. I can’t wait for that day.
At least now I know I look awesome with my flame cane.