Before I begin let me just say that Jake is wonderful. He's awesome. He's been there for me when I needed him most and last week was no different. He even brought me roses. *smiles*

I spent the week at home, but not before a three hour stint in the ER. Last Monday I felt a dull headache all day. By the time I went to bed I was dizzy, nauseous and weak. After thoughts of Jake finding me in a coma (yeah, it felt that bad) I said we should go to the ER. First problem: I was too weak to do much. Jake dressed me and half carried me to the car. We got to the ER and were taken back to a room pretty quickly. From there it was a waiting game until the tests came back. I had already figured it was something to do with my levels. The last time I felt shitty my Potassium was low.

Next to us an elderly man was wheeled in who wreaked of smoke. He sounded like he was coughing up water his lungs were so bad. The doctor was firm about what he needed to do and the tech came in to give him a treatment. That's when he got bitchy. He kept insisting it wouldn't work and even went as far as saying, "What are you, stupid? I told you it's a waste of my time and yours." I wanted to yell to him that he should go home a die if he felt that way but was too busy trying not to faint. Another old man was wheeled in and decided he'd be the clown of the party. He told off colored jokes to the nurses and even got Jake to smile. Meanwhile the moron next to us started snoring.

The tests came back worse than I thought. I had bottomed out on my sodium, potassium and calcium. A nurse came in to give me some liquid potassium and I grimaced. She said, "It's not that bad, is it?" right before I puked. I guess that answered her question.

I'm not a prudish person, but there are some things I'd rather not share in a relationship. Peeing in front of Jake was one of them. Unfortunately I was too weak to go by myself and so that was pretty much out the window. Then I was too weak to hold the cup. Yeppers... Jake and I shared a moment I hope I never have to share again.

Once we got back home I was so relieved. I still felt shitty but it was so good to get out of there. I spent the rest of the week feeling like crap and it still hasn't gone away. My doctor wants me to get better by eating foods high in potassium, calcium and adding salt to my diet. Milk's doable. Hell, even the salt is okayish. Potassium? That's the hardest one to do and I can only eat so many bananas. The next person that tells me I'm full of shit is going to get a "I know..." response. Oy.

The only good part about being at home was I was able to play Wolverine... endlessly. It took my mind off of feeling crappy and I got to hear Hugh Jackman for hours. <333 The game is pure win and I suggest it to anyone who is looking for a fun game where body count gives you achievements (I've already gotten the 2,000 body count one). Now if only I could beat the game.

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