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so uh................... i've got quite a bit to talk about.......................
goddamn. so I guess this begins Saturday night. I was kinda tired and for some reason decided to smoke a little. I only took about 3 or 4 hits so I really was not high. I drew for about half an hour and went to bed.
the next morning I woke up at about 10 feeling wiiicked fucking out of it. I kept thinking, "I shouldn't have smoked, I feel so gross", etc., when in retrospect I hadn't even gotten high. I couldn't really walk that well and I was blurry eyed and I didn't want to go back to sleep because I knew I'd sleep really late if I did, so I jumped into the shower. I barely kept my eyes open, I was nodding off and my eyes were rolling all around so after about 5 minutes I got out and flopped into my bed with my towel on. then I got this random wave of nausea and ran into the bathroom and vomited. trouble is, I really had nothing to throw up. after I finished I felt even more groggy and awful and still sick so I put pj's on and got a trash bag and kept throwing up.
from about 10:15 until 5ish I threw up at about 15 minute intervals. I would take like two sips of water or ginger ale and immediately puke it up. I was convulsing and had the chills and my body was aching, I was sensitive to light and all my limbs felt heavy and weird. I still couldn't walk.
my parents were thinking it was the flu so we weren't too worried, and I hadn't had the flu in a while so it sorta made sense, plus I thought Holly had it the week before so we figured I caught it from her. still, I felt much worse than having the flu but I didn't say anything for some reason.
the next day I woke up sick still, same thing, but the weirdest fucking thing was happening. "hallucinations" don't just have to be visuals and I was hearing things. I was hearing myself telling a story about some family in India, it went on for so long and I remember saying, "Do you guys like this book we have to read for school? I don't understand what's happening!" it sounds funny but honestly, it really wasn't. I was freaking out and I couldn't get out of this weird fucked up story, the same thing just kept happening and then I was seeing all of these strange shapes, like big metal rods, and they were criss-crossing and breaking and bending. I guess it was a combination of extreme dehydration and freaking out, but I woke up and my lips were all cut up and chapped and scarred. I fekt a little better later on from about 5-6:30 but then started feeling shitty.
I didn't sleep at all, it was absolute torture lying awake all night in suchhhh pain. I contined dry heaving because I hadn;t eaten anything except a piece of toast and a few slices of pear. starting at around 7:30, all I wanted to do was drink. I wanted to drink gallons of Gatorade and juice and water, and I started obsessing over it. I started crying. I would take enormous chugs of stuff and then not be able to puke it up even though I felt SO nausous. my mom took my temperature and it was 105; I haven't gone over 99 since 6th grade, I just don't get fevers. she called the doctor and I had an appt for 3. I spent the next 7 hours obsessing over drinking and going to the doctor. I was just laying in my bed, whimpering and writhing around, completely uncomfortable basically wanting to die. I couldn't get up to go to the bathroom because I couldn't walk or see straight.
finally we went to the doctor and my mom had to support me the entire way. I couldn't keep my eyes open; I looked totally strung out. I took at pee test and it came back positive for UTI, and a throat swab positive for strep. my doctor said I could either have him put me of antibiotics or I could go to the hospital and get more treatment, he was pushing the hospital. so we went to the ER.
ariiiite so we get to Hasbro Children's Hospital ER and I get into a room. they hook me up to an IV and over the course of probably 5 or less hours, I get a little over 5 liters of saline (I think that's what it is) pumped into me. I was still nauseous and everything else, and my temperature was about 102.
after about 20 minutes they took my heart rate, which was at 165 (normal is 80) and my blood pressure, my normal is about 120/60 and it dropped all the way down to 65/37, which is extremely dangerous. I went into shock , pretty damn close to near heart failure, and I honestly couldn't tell you half of what happened. I got hooked up to two more IV's.
they brought me up to the ICU and I stayed there; they took blood and urine, etc etc, I was throwing up. around 2 am they hooked me up to this IV that contained frozen red plasma, I forget what it does but it made me violently itchy. I was scratching my entire body furiously and they had to get wet towels to place over me; they gave me Benadryl so I fell asleep.
the next day, uhh, I get x-rayed, ultra-sound, the doctors have NO idea what's wrong with me. they confirmed it wasn't a UTI or strep.
I stay overnight again and the doctors still don't know. this was yesterday and I felt much much better. they had been giving me general antibiotics that were working which I guess made me feel good.
so I find out today, (and this is still a tentative diagnosis) that it was most likely Toxic Shock Syndrome. females probably all know what it is, you can get it from cuts somehow but mainly it's from tampons. (my period ended the Sunday I got sick). it's a bacteria that everyone has on their skin, staph, that enters the body and spread very very quickly. it's extremely rare, anytime I've heard about it, people have brushed it off. I was reading up on it and up to 50% of the cases end in fatality. it's mainly bc people don't realize what it is and wait too long, and we pretty much caught it at the right time. I'm still fucking scared. it's this disease no one believes ever happens and I fucking got it. I don't know. honestly this has pretty much made me appreciate things a lot more. I don't feel like getting philosophical cos I'm tired. (I'm still at the hospital).
anyway. that's what happened. I'm scared to use tampons.
<3
ps i cant use tampons for 2 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
but im going to be put on seasonale or one of those medications where you get like two periods a year so thats bomb.
goddamn. so I guess this begins Saturday night. I was kinda tired and for some reason decided to smoke a little. I only took about 3 or 4 hits so I really was not high. I drew for about half an hour and went to bed.
the next morning I woke up at about 10 feeling wiiicked fucking out of it. I kept thinking, "I shouldn't have smoked, I feel so gross", etc., when in retrospect I hadn't even gotten high. I couldn't really walk that well and I was blurry eyed and I didn't want to go back to sleep because I knew I'd sleep really late if I did, so I jumped into the shower. I barely kept my eyes open, I was nodding off and my eyes were rolling all around so after about 5 minutes I got out and flopped into my bed with my towel on. then I got this random wave of nausea and ran into the bathroom and vomited. trouble is, I really had nothing to throw up. after I finished I felt even more groggy and awful and still sick so I put pj's on and got a trash bag and kept throwing up.
from about 10:15 until 5ish I threw up at about 15 minute intervals. I would take like two sips of water or ginger ale and immediately puke it up. I was convulsing and had the chills and my body was aching, I was sensitive to light and all my limbs felt heavy and weird. I still couldn't walk.
my parents were thinking it was the flu so we weren't too worried, and I hadn't had the flu in a while so it sorta made sense, plus I thought Holly had it the week before so we figured I caught it from her. still, I felt much worse than having the flu but I didn't say anything for some reason.
the next day I woke up sick still, same thing, but the weirdest fucking thing was happening. "hallucinations" don't just have to be visuals and I was hearing things. I was hearing myself telling a story about some family in India, it went on for so long and I remember saying, "Do you guys like this book we have to read for school? I don't understand what's happening!" it sounds funny but honestly, it really wasn't. I was freaking out and I couldn't get out of this weird fucked up story, the same thing just kept happening and then I was seeing all of these strange shapes, like big metal rods, and they were criss-crossing and breaking and bending. I guess it was a combination of extreme dehydration and freaking out, but I woke up and my lips were all cut up and chapped and scarred. I fekt a little better later on from about 5-6:30 but then started feeling shitty.
I didn't sleep at all, it was absolute torture lying awake all night in suchhhh pain. I contined dry heaving because I hadn;t eaten anything except a piece of toast and a few slices of pear. starting at around 7:30, all I wanted to do was drink. I wanted to drink gallons of Gatorade and juice and water, and I started obsessing over it. I started crying. I would take enormous chugs of stuff and then not be able to puke it up even though I felt SO nausous. my mom took my temperature and it was 105; I haven't gone over 99 since 6th grade, I just don't get fevers. she called the doctor and I had an appt for 3. I spent the next 7 hours obsessing over drinking and going to the doctor. I was just laying in my bed, whimpering and writhing around, completely uncomfortable basically wanting to die. I couldn't get up to go to the bathroom because I couldn't walk or see straight.
finally we went to the doctor and my mom had to support me the entire way. I couldn't keep my eyes open; I looked totally strung out. I took at pee test and it came back positive for UTI, and a throat swab positive for strep. my doctor said I could either have him put me of antibiotics or I could go to the hospital and get more treatment, he was pushing the hospital. so we went to the ER.
ariiiite so we get to Hasbro Children's Hospital ER and I get into a room. they hook me up to an IV and over the course of probably 5 or less hours, I get a little over 5 liters of saline (I think that's what it is) pumped into me. I was still nauseous and everything else, and my temperature was about 102.
after about 20 minutes they took my heart rate, which was at 165 (normal is 80) and my blood pressure, my normal is about 120/60 and it dropped all the way down to 65/37, which is extremely dangerous. I went into shock , pretty damn close to near heart failure, and I honestly couldn't tell you half of what happened. I got hooked up to two more IV's.
they brought me up to the ICU and I stayed there; they took blood and urine, etc etc, I was throwing up. around 2 am they hooked me up to this IV that contained frozen red plasma, I forget what it does but it made me violently itchy. I was scratching my entire body furiously and they had to get wet towels to place over me; they gave me Benadryl so I fell asleep.
the next day, uhh, I get x-rayed, ultra-sound, the doctors have NO idea what's wrong with me. they confirmed it wasn't a UTI or strep.
I stay overnight again and the doctors still don't know. this was yesterday and I felt much much better. they had been giving me general antibiotics that were working which I guess made me feel good.
so I find out today, (and this is still a tentative diagnosis) that it was most likely Toxic Shock Syndrome. females probably all know what it is, you can get it from cuts somehow but mainly it's from tampons. (my period ended the Sunday I got sick). it's a bacteria that everyone has on their skin, staph, that enters the body and spread very very quickly. it's extremely rare, anytime I've heard about it, people have brushed it off. I was reading up on it and up to 50% of the cases end in fatality. it's mainly bc people don't realize what it is and wait too long, and we pretty much caught it at the right time. I'm still fucking scared. it's this disease no one believes ever happens and I fucking got it. I don't know. honestly this has pretty much made me appreciate things a lot more. I don't feel like getting philosophical cos I'm tired. (I'm still at the hospital).
anyway. that's what happened. I'm scared to use tampons.
<3
ps i cant use tampons for 2 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
but im going to be put on seasonale or one of those medications where you get like two periods a year so thats bomb.