In Sickeness, and In Health...
Okay, that title sounds like I'm contemplating marriage. I'm not. In any way, shape or form.
That said...
The sickness part comes from an incident that happened last week. It started on Sunday, during a recording session with PopRANT. Everything was going fine (well, kinda... I was not on the mark music-wise, but that's neither here nor there), until I got some food into me. And bam! Out of nowhere, I got hit with what I thought was the worst bout of heartburn I'd ever had. Bad enough that I wound up losing the contents of my stomach.
Took that night, and the next day to recover. A little queezy for some of it, but mostly okay.
Next night, I go back to work. Was fine until about 5am... and then hit with pain again. Enough this time that I left work as early as possible, got home, and had Mom drive me to the ER.
Long story short: turns out it wasn't heartburn. Was my gall bladder. Was in the hospital for 3 days. Had it removed. Now recovering from the three small incisions they made in order to take it out. Could have been a whole lot worse. Oddly enough, despite not being allowed to eat or drink ANYTHING for a day and a half, and then being on clear liquids for the next two days... and then eating sparsely, as I got used to solid foods again, you'd think I'd have lost some weight.
No dice.
-sigh- ah well. At least my colour is good again.
More sickness: turns out that from the 2nd day of my hospital stay on, Mom was having difficulties breathing. I was released on a Thursday, by the following Monday, we'd be headed back to the ER, this time for her. Yes, I yelled at her for not saying anything sooner.
But, since then, we've been joking to everyone that the reason she went in was that she was jealous of me.
We did manage to confuse the ER staff tho... wound up with the same physician on staff, who had the "I know you from somewhere" look on his face. By the time I left that day, he had told me "no more family members here for at least 2 weeks." I told him that it was good that it was just Mom and me then, and that I don't plan on coming back any time soon.
Mom was released today, so all is well. Of course, she was bitching because she had planned on going to AC this week, but that just means that it's definate that she's better. She'll get to go next week.
Photoshoot number 2 is this weekend. I was supposed to go out last weekend and scour the area for the things we need for the shoot... that didn't happen. Sure, I was out of the hospital, but I was still in recovery mode. It's gonna be a last minute thing, I think. Especially as it's Friday mourning already.
At least I have most of my outfit.
Recording is going well, I think. I can say I don't remember the last parts of the last recording session (yeah, you've already read why, so I'm not repeating it), but I've got the rough mix recordings of it. The others think it's too... "clean" at this point. I told them to calm down, it's not finished yet. Things will be just fine. Looking forward to getting to the vocal tracks... tho I've still got to lay down scratch vocals for my own two songs. We haven't touched one note for those yet.
Hopefully, we'll be able to play out soonish, too... it would be nice to be able to support the CD when we get it finished. Haven't even considered the idea of a CD release party... we prolly should at some point.
A'ight. Enough for now. Going to go back to work. Or rather, go back to watching my coworker try to stay awake, but manage to just sleep. While standing. I'm too amused to even be angry at this point. Tho I'm not discounting the fact that I may be later. Whee.
That said...
The sickness part comes from an incident that happened last week. It started on Sunday, during a recording session with PopRANT. Everything was going fine (well, kinda... I was not on the mark music-wise, but that's neither here nor there), until I got some food into me. And bam! Out of nowhere, I got hit with what I thought was the worst bout of heartburn I'd ever had. Bad enough that I wound up losing the contents of my stomach.
Took that night, and the next day to recover. A little queezy for some of it, but mostly okay.
Next night, I go back to work. Was fine until about 5am... and then hit with pain again. Enough this time that I left work as early as possible, got home, and had Mom drive me to the ER.
Long story short: turns out it wasn't heartburn. Was my gall bladder. Was in the hospital for 3 days. Had it removed. Now recovering from the three small incisions they made in order to take it out. Could have been a whole lot worse. Oddly enough, despite not being allowed to eat or drink ANYTHING for a day and a half, and then being on clear liquids for the next two days... and then eating sparsely, as I got used to solid foods again, you'd think I'd have lost some weight.
No dice.
-sigh- ah well. At least my colour is good again.
More sickness: turns out that from the 2nd day of my hospital stay on, Mom was having difficulties breathing. I was released on a Thursday, by the following Monday, we'd be headed back to the ER, this time for her. Yes, I yelled at her for not saying anything sooner.
But, since then, we've been joking to everyone that the reason she went in was that she was jealous of me.
We did manage to confuse the ER staff tho... wound up with the same physician on staff, who had the "I know you from somewhere" look on his face. By the time I left that day, he had told me "no more family members here for at least 2 weeks." I told him that it was good that it was just Mom and me then, and that I don't plan on coming back any time soon.
Mom was released today, so all is well. Of course, she was bitching because she had planned on going to AC this week, but that just means that it's definate that she's better. She'll get to go next week.
Photoshoot number 2 is this weekend. I was supposed to go out last weekend and scour the area for the things we need for the shoot... that didn't happen. Sure, I was out of the hospital, but I was still in recovery mode. It's gonna be a last minute thing, I think. Especially as it's Friday mourning already.
At least I have most of my outfit.
Recording is going well, I think. I can say I don't remember the last parts of the last recording session (yeah, you've already read why, so I'm not repeating it), but I've got the rough mix recordings of it. The others think it's too... "clean" at this point. I told them to calm down, it's not finished yet. Things will be just fine. Looking forward to getting to the vocal tracks... tho I've still got to lay down scratch vocals for my own two songs. We haven't touched one note for those yet.
Hopefully, we'll be able to play out soonish, too... it would be nice to be able to support the CD when we get it finished. Haven't even considered the idea of a CD release party... we prolly should at some point.
A'ight. Enough for now. Going to go back to work. Or rather, go back to watching my coworker try to stay awake, but manage to just sleep. While standing. I'm too amused to even be angry at this point. Tho I'm not discounting the fact that I may be later. Whee.
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