My Opinion

For weeks I’d imagined January 23rd. Two very important things were meant to happen that day. First, the magazine where I recently began working was hosting an introductory lunch for me. Second (and what I was really looking forward to), that night would be the first night in my home with my dogs and furniture. I imagined a long, chilly walk around the new neighborhood and unpacking boxes in our cozy home with a glass of wine in hand.

Unfortunately, the first time I dated something 1/23, it was when I was signing in to the local ER around 1 am. I missed the lunch- the one held for me. And my incredibly kind roommate was the one with the dogs night- dogs who are likely very confused as I brought them to a new place, promptly became violently ill, and then left.

I’m still in the hospital. For someone who has never been in an ER or hospitalized for any reason, the last 36 hours have been a little overwhelming. There have been lots of tests and questions, and not nearly as many answers as I’d prefer. On the other hand, I’ve become pretty partial to my IV, particularly when it administers pain meds.

I’m hoping my doctor will release me today. It’s not that I don’t enjoy endless hours of “Law & Order” reruns paired with cherry jello, it’s just that the timing is pretty inconvenient. And I’ve already seen most of the “Law & Order”s.