Happy Birthday to Me!

So I turned 28 yesterday. It wasn't much to write home about though and here's why...

4:40am My alarm goes off. I feel awful! I hit the snooze button. {I rarely hit the snooze button. I'd rather sleeping uninterrupted until I have to get up.}

4:45 My alarm goes off again. I still don't feel good. I reset my alarm for ten more minutes.

4:55 My alarm goes off again. I go to hit the snooze button and knock over my water bottle making a bunch of noise {but it's okay, I didn't wake Ryan up} and finally manage to hit the snooze again.

5:00  Snooze again

5:05 Attempt to get out of bed. Still feel awful and then thank myself for taking a shower before bed so I can squeeze in a couple more minutes of sleep. Snooze.

5:10 Alarm goes off and I muster up all the energy I have to crawl out of bed. The house is freezing cold and I have the shakes. I wake Ryan up to tell him the thermostat is broken.

5:12 Ryan gets up to check the thermostat and turns the heat up then goes back to bed.

5:15 I finish brushing my teeth, applying deodorant and pulling my hair into a pony tail.

5:20 I look at the clock and think, "Crap, I'm running late, I better get moving."

5:27 I am pulling out of the garage and cursing the garage door opener for not wanting to shut the garage door putting me approximately another 30 seconds behind schedule.

5:45 I finally get to the parking garage and start to walk to the hospital all the while my head is pounding and I feel as if I could upchuck at any second.

5:48 I get to the top of the stairs on the 4th floor, turn around and one of the midwives is standing there and tells me I look like h-e-double hockey sticks. {"Happy Birthday to Me!!!" I tell myself.}

5:50 I'm printing off the L&D list and looking up my patient's vitals,etc.

5:52 One of the nurses takes my temp. 36.5C At least I don't have a fever!

6:02 I'm done seeing my first hospital patient and am trying to write my note while my head is still pounding away.

6:05 One of my mid-level residents makes me take a zofran {anti-nausea med} that she has stored in our workroom since this nausea thing has been making rounds as of late.

6:20 Midwife and I cross paths again and she tells me I should be at home.

6:23 One patient down {woah, I better get moving, that took forever}, onto the next

6:35 Two patients down, first discharge summary of the day done and then onto the next

6:45 Done seeing my last patient for the morning and am attempting to write my note when I'm tracked down by one of my med students who thought I forgot about him. {I told him he could take a patient's staples out with me.}

6:54 Done with all my notes, morning orders, discharge paperwork {ah, the never-ending trail of paper we have to leave at the hospital} and my second discharge summary dictation of the morning. I head back to find the med student all while keeping an eye on the clock.

7:00 Staples are out and we book it back to morning rounds.

7:01 Look at the clock. "only a minute late, not to shabby." I think to myself and then I realize that I'm not as nauseous {Thank you zofran!} but my head feels like it is going to explode.

7:53 Rounds are done and I'm on my way to my continuity clinic.

8:05 First patient still not here.

8:20 First two patients of the day still not here. I now find myself praying that they don't show up otherwise the rest of my clinic will be a big cluster {we see all of the patients on our clinic schedule regardless of what time they actually show up, *sigh* We have patients scheduled every 15 minutes for 3 hours and on any given clinic day I'm guaranteed at least one if not two double bookings.}

8:30 Third appointment of the clinic and still no patient has shown up. I sit at the computer, head still pounding...

8:45 Third and forth patient show up at the same time.

9:00 My attending arrives at clinic.

9:01 My first patient is done being roomed.

9:02 My attending sends me home sick.

9:17 I'm waiting at the pharmacy counter at Target for my anti-nausea meds.

9:30 I arrive home to this....

and think to myself "that's so sweet" before the thoughts are interrupted by my need to book it towards the bathroom :(

9:32 No vomiting but I'm in bed. I took some medication and I'm pretty sure I was sleeping in a matter of minutes.

18:40 I wake up to the garage door. Lay there half confused about what time it is and half freaked out that I overslept and should be at work. I check my clock....18:40. Then I think to myself "oh my gosh, I can't believe I slept that long!"

The rest of my night consisted of the following...

Ryan got the mail and I opened a couple cards...

Including a homemade Birthday card from Ryan :)

and another from everybody at home :)

UPS dropped off a package which I opened while talking on the phone to my mom...

The cats have enjoyed all the packing paper, sigh, I'd clean it all up if I felt better.

Ryan made chicken noodle soup, we ate dinner, I checked my email {and had a the most email I've ever had in my life - gotta love facebook and them letting everyone know that it was my birthday}, checked my voicemail, then checked my text messages and went back to bed. 

Here's to have the 24 hour flu on my birthday :( Although I can report that I am somewhat feeling better today.

~Ashley