i feel forsaken

i finally called my ob this afternoon - but he is gone, and the partner covering for him has not called me back. i'm trying to give him the benefit of the doubt; i know, unlike my ob who returns calls between appointments, many doctors return their calls at the end of their day, after their clinical hours. but at 7:25 on a friday night, i don't hold out much hope.

i think my problem is two-fold. i have this viral infection, and then the super-duper extra-nifty zofran comes in and turns my intestines to mush. my 24 hour incontinence returned a few hours after i took my second zofran this morning (after the obligatory and forcible removal of my breakfast - the tater tots were awful and i gave them to justin, but i ate the better part of a cheese and egg croissanwich), in a pattern almost identical to when i took the first one wednesday.

i just can't make any more decisions about my healthcare. i can't decide what to try to eat or drink or when. i can't decide whether i have enough time to try to run for the bathroom. i can't decide which anti-nausea medicine to try. i need someone else to take over. justin did that this afternoon when he called my ob and handed the phone to me, but there's only so much he can do. i want my coma, dammit.