000

This is the number for the emergency services in Australia. I'm posting it here as a reminder to myself because last night, when I actually needed it, I couldn't for the life of me remember it. I almost dialled 999 a few times, and then 911, and then I just called my mum.

Why? Because I was suffering from the most inexplicable pain I have ever encountered in my life. It is absolutely worthy of writing about on here, and while I am a bit of a hypochondriac, I still have an ability to distinguish between pain, and real pain. And last night's bout of period pain was ferocious.

It started suddenly, and I took two Panadol and two Codeine. They did nothing and the pain got worse and worse. Within half an hour I was shaking with pain, vomiting, and my hands had gone numb. I actually thought that it couldn't just be period pain and it had to be food poisoning or appendicitis or something. But once mum got my emergency call, she came straight over (in her pj's) carrying a bag of goodies.

By this point I was as white as a ghost and couldn't even stand up cos my feet were going numb too. I'd started hyperventilating with panic and couldn't even move my hands anymore. And then mum pulled out the tramadol.

The rest of the night, after being put in bed with a wet towel and a bottle of water, was spent in la la land. She gave me TWO tramadol so I was... fucked. Absolutely, divinely, fucked. Problem is, I'm now in limbo - somewhere between fucked and sober and can't really do much with myself. So all of my Australia Day plans have been screwed over. The only thing that makes me feel less bad about this, is that I'm probably more fucked than anybody will be at any of the parties I was planning on going to. So, technically, I'm COOL.