The New Years begins with an IV.

Last night, I passed out in front of Mike. Like, my head hit the floor *again*. He took me downstairs to my room and I started hallucinating, seeing old coworkers, saying they stole my blankets, etc. I wouldn't let them take me to the hospital because I swore up and down that it was snowing outside and I didn't want to go out in the cold. Finally I got into a lucid enough state to realize that I needed to go, so we left for the hospital around 3AM. North had to stay here because there wasn't enough room in the truck. We waited for about an hour at the hospital, which mostly consisted of me spasming and suppressing screaming. Yeah, fun stuff. They put us in a room and hooked me up to an IV of some crazy shit. The second it started hitting me, my legs went numb. We stayed there for 3 or 4 hours, then they sent me home. Just nerve damage or something, apparently. They gave us a reference to another doctor. I still feel like shit, and I had an allergic reaction to whatever medication they gave me, so they also gave me a shot of benedryl. My eyes are slightly swollen, my back STILL hurts, but at least I'm not complaining about the frog that stole my blankets anymore. The thing that bothers me the most is that this happened while Don and Andy were here. It's never been this bad before. I'm worried.