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feuervogel) wrote2010-09-06 07:51 pm
feuervogel) wrote2010-09-06 07:51 pm
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I went to Atlanta and saw ... my hotel room, an ER, and an urgent care center.
I think that sums up my con.
- Thursday evening I got tired waiting in line outside to get my badge, so I trekked back to the hotel (not a con hotel).
- Friday morning I woke up slightly nauseous and having a raging anxiety attack, except I didn't know it at the time. I almost passed out trying to stand up from the toilet-kneel. Because we couldn't find a nearby urgent care center that could do IV fluids, I ended up at Piedmont Hospital ER. They let me go around 1 pm, and I saw some con.
- Saturday morning, I woke up slightly nauseous and extremely exhausted. Considering I'd gotten about 3 hours of sleep a night since Wednesday (not so coincidentally when I started the Levaquin), that's hardly surprising. Despite knowing that one of the side effects of Levaquin is anxiety, and taking deep breaths and thinking of something else and all that, I still flipped the fuck out. But then, not being able to move your legs or feel your body is kinda fucking terrifying. So we got a nice cab ride to an urgent care center (after Ben called the concierge and learned that the hotel's on-call physician charges $200 to do anything but talk on the phone), where they changed my antibiotic to a Z-pak. They also gave me phenergan and said to take one when I got back to the hotel.
I was in bed from approximately noon Saturday until 8 am Sunday. I slept about 90% of the time. I felt much better.
- Sunday I actually participated in con activities, including a Q&A with the Phelps brothers (the Weasley twins). I went to a politics in SF panel, which I was prepared to be horribly offended on, because John Ringo was on it, and ready to leave the room if need be. However, it was a lot more awesome than expected. Eric Flint is a Trotskyist; Elizabeth Moon is a self-proclaimed centrist, but I think she leans a little left; John Ringo is a "minarchist." There were other panelists, but they didn't get many words in edgewise. The only time I wanted to deck somebody was when Ringo was being a condescending dickwad about "this little thing you might remember, Eric, called ... World ... War ... Two ..." and talking to him like he was a five year old child (even though Flint has a good 25 years on him and admitted to having been conservative in his youth but he grew out of it by meeting real people in the world and working in a factory.)
One of my favorite lines was Moon's (paraphrased): The only type of politics I can't stand is the smug, self-satisfied kind.
But around 7:30, I started getting really tired again, so instead of ordering pizza and whatnot for masquerade watching, Ben got pizza in the food court, I took a couple bites, and I crocheted on the bed during the show. It's sort of like relaxing.
- Today we made a last swing through the dealers rooms, bought some random crap, and some nice prints from Echo Chernik. Then it was drive time, once we got an elevator from the 29th floor, anyway. That only took like 45 minutes.
Around 6, I started feeling tired and dizzy again, but I took my antibiotics and had some Sun Chips, and Ben just got back from getting me some Gatorade, which I'm going to go drink some of and get to unpacking my suitcase. I'm very sad I didn't get to wear any of my cool clothes or shoes, but as unstable as I was, 3" heels just were NOT on.
- Thursday evening I got tired waiting in line outside to get my badge, so I trekked back to the hotel (not a con hotel).
- Friday morning I woke up slightly nauseous and having a raging anxiety attack, except I didn't know it at the time. I almost passed out trying to stand up from the toilet-kneel. Because we couldn't find a nearby urgent care center that could do IV fluids, I ended up at Piedmont Hospital ER. They let me go around 1 pm, and I saw some con.
- Saturday morning, I woke up slightly nauseous and extremely exhausted. Considering I'd gotten about 3 hours of sleep a night since Wednesday (not so coincidentally when I started the Levaquin), that's hardly surprising. Despite knowing that one of the side effects of Levaquin is anxiety, and taking deep breaths and thinking of something else and all that, I still flipped the fuck out. But then, not being able to move your legs or feel your body is kinda fucking terrifying. So we got a nice cab ride to an urgent care center (after Ben called the concierge and learned that the hotel's on-call physician charges $200 to do anything but talk on the phone), where they changed my antibiotic to a Z-pak. They also gave me phenergan and said to take one when I got back to the hotel.
I was in bed from approximately noon Saturday until 8 am Sunday. I slept about 90% of the time. I felt much better.
- Sunday I actually participated in con activities, including a Q&A with the Phelps brothers (the Weasley twins). I went to a politics in SF panel, which I was prepared to be horribly offended on, because John Ringo was on it, and ready to leave the room if need be. However, it was a lot more awesome than expected. Eric Flint is a Trotskyist; Elizabeth Moon is a self-proclaimed centrist, but I think she leans a little left; John Ringo is a "minarchist." There were other panelists, but they didn't get many words in edgewise. The only time I wanted to deck somebody was when Ringo was being a condescending dickwad about "this little thing you might remember, Eric, called ... World ... War ... Two ..." and talking to him like he was a five year old child (even though Flint has a good 25 years on him and admitted to having been conservative in his youth but he grew out of it by meeting real people in the world and working in a factory.)
One of my favorite lines was Moon's (paraphrased): The only type of politics I can't stand is the smug, self-satisfied kind.
But around 7:30, I started getting really tired again, so instead of ordering pizza and whatnot for masquerade watching, Ben got pizza in the food court, I took a couple bites, and I crocheted on the bed during the show. It's sort of like relaxing.
- Today we made a last swing through the dealers rooms, bought some random crap, and some nice prints from Echo Chernik. Then it was drive time, once we got an elevator from the 29th floor, anyway. That only took like 45 minutes.
Around 6, I started feeling tired and dizzy again, but I took my antibiotics and had some Sun Chips, and Ben just got back from getting me some Gatorade, which I'm going to go drink some of and get to unpacking my suitcase. I'm very sad I didn't get to wear any of my cool clothes or shoes, but as unstable as I was, 3" heels just were NOT on.
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I'm never taking it again. I can't call it an allergy, because it's not a true hypersensitivity reaction (anaphylaxis, hives), but we don't have a word for "drug you had a really bad non-allergic reaction to." (Yeah, I'm sort of picky about that. I've heard "I'm allergic to $DRUG" so many times, and when I ask, "what happened when you took it?" they answer, "it made my stomach hurt." :P )
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Anyway, good to hear you recovered a bit before the trip was over.
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But, god, I hope this Z-pak takes care of it. I've been mostly OK when I woke up the last two days, just tired & dizzy, but that could be the sinus issues.