[#031] Thorazine is an anti-psychotic drug given to mental patients. It triggers something in the brain and calms those crazy fuckers down. But since it's a muscle relaxer and targets the diaphragm, it is also the drug given to people like me who had a case of intractable or chronic hiccups. I had that shit for four days.

This past Friday night, I left work 45 minutes before my shift was supposed to end and drove to the emergency room where I waited in pain from 10:30p to 2:30a to finally get from the ER waiting lobby to an actual room where I can be looked at. Thirty minutes later, the doctor came in and after checking me with his stethoscope and hearing me bitch about how it hurts to breathe, the next step was to take x-rays as he thought it could be a hiatal hernia.

Thank Jesus and Mary and Judas Priest that the x-rays came back fine and that it really was only just hiccups. After another 30 minutes or so I was given a shot by the nurse, who was nice enough to let me use her charger to juice my dead phone. I asked her if i could get something else because I've been feeling like I needed to vomit, as there was some acidic heaviness sitting at the top of my chest for the past few hours. She says she'll check with the doctor and leaves the room. Less than a minute later I feel the urge to run over to the trash can and I puked out whatever it was that was stuck in my chest. It was a clear-orange fizzy liquid. Once I caught my breath, I sat there and just, uh, breathed.

About 10 minutes pass and the doctor walks in. We literally have a staring contest for a good 30 seconds. He then loses said contest by letting me know that my hiccups are gone and that I can be released.

I was forewarned by the nurse that the Thorazine was going to knock me out and that someone should pick me up. I told her I would be fine as I live only three blocks away from the hospital. I made it to the driveway at about 4:45a, made the smart move of calling off work the next day, and then went inside.

I went to the bathroom to go pee. My ears started ringing, everything started going white, and I knocked some shit over which made a loud crash. I pushed myself off the wall, zipped up, remembered to flush, and headed to the bedroom. I stumbled towards the bed and don't even remember hitting the pillow. I slept for 13 hours.

My prescription cost $4.10 for fifteen Baclofen pills, which I'll need in case the hiccups come back and last forever again.

Holy shit it's after 3:30am. Toodles.