August 31, 2006

Tempting the fates.

Just a little update for anyone who is curious about my medical conditions. My medication is starting to fail at exponential rates, foods have gotten more and more difficult to handle. Water has caused such a flair up yesterday that I was contemplating giving up any liquid intake all together. My next appointment is in a couple of weeks.

I actually took enough prescription and over the counter medication to stop all digestive movement in my bowels for two days. IE I wasn’t hungry because nothing was digesting, which left another unpleasant feeling of a giant gut bomb. The only thing that seems to keep my stomach under control is Jack Daniel’s. Right now you are probably shaking your head in disbelief much like Ktreva and two doctors I’m seeing. Look, I can’t explain it. I don’t know why, I don’t know how but if my stomach is acting up and I drink about three fingers of Jack, it calms down and all is well with the world. The problem is that I’m not allowed to drink at work.

My employees have actually started to notice something is up and have asked some questions with out breaching company policy. It’s nice to know that they are either concerned or are faking it in a misguided belief that it’s protecting their jobs. Either way it makes me feel like I’m doing some good there.

But now we get to the point of the title. Tonight at the store I ran through the liquor department to pick up some “medicine” (Aka Jack Daniel’s). While I was passing the refrigerator case I notice a six pack of Bass Ale sitting there calling my name. Other then my weekly beer review, I haven’t had much beer. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself. I bought the six-pack and have been drinking on it for about 2 hours now.

Sure, this might be a bad idea, but I don’t care. I like my beer!

Posted by Contagion in Stories about me. at August 31, 2006 08:06 PM | TrackBack

Just don't dump any down the drain, you bastard.

Hope this shit clears up

Posted by: That 1 Guy at August 31, 2006 08:52 PM

You mean like that half a case of Amber Bock because no one I knew would drink it?

Posted by: Contagion at August 31, 2006 09:01 PM

I hate to say it, but I wonder if you should call your doctor back and let him know that you just can't eat and the meds aren't working at all. I know you like Jack... but you need a little more in the way of sustenance or you'll just keel over one day.

I'm hoping the beer stays put - at least it has B vitamins in it.

Posted by: Teresa at August 31, 2006 09:02 PM

Oh good God. I hope that you are feeling better soon!

Posted by: Richmond at August 31, 2006 09:27 PM

DUDE. Go to the doctor. Do not pass go. If you are that fucked up in the gut, and the meds aren't helping you NEED to go in a lot sooner than in a couple of weeks.

If you're not eating or passing waste you could have some serious shit happen FAST. Especially if you're also not drinking enough water....

Posted by: caltechgirl at September 1, 2006 12:06 AM

Dude I drink Amber Bock all the time - I don't remember any free offers for a half case of it being out there :P
And honestly the Jack is probably hurting more than helping overall - the alcohol is probably just working as some kinda numbing agent.

Posted by: Shadoglare at September 1, 2006 06:52 AM

Maybe you should go to a different doc.
Something is amiss.

We want you around here for a long time.

Posted by: jimmyb at September 1, 2006 11:36 AM

Eh, you folks worry way too much about nothing.

Posted by: Contagion at September 1, 2006 04:20 PM

Even if Shadoglare didn't drink the stuff, Richmond does. You didn't even offer to them... you were so intent on hurting me.


Posted by: t1g at September 1, 2006 06:36 PM

The beer is good. It counts as "bread," right?

Posted by: Ogre at September 6, 2006 10:24 AM