What the hell is wrong with me!
Tons to update on.
Thursday Brad and I headed to Omaha because I had a doctors appointment bright and early Friday morning. Well Thurs. was my 21st birthday so a whole bunch of us were going to go out. It turns out only Brad, Nay, and I went out. I still had fun though. Nay and Brad are the coolest man I love them to death. Friday I went to my appointment and then we headed home. Oh, I can't forget, on Thursday we went gambling too and I lost my butt!! Anyway, so we headed home on Friday and we stopped to get a dog on the way. There was a family moving and if they didn't find a home for their dog, they would of had to take her to the humaine society. Brad and I agreed to take her. Shes a very well behaved dog and she's teaching Sadie some things. After that we came home and I took a nap. Saturday we woke up and had to go work at the Pawn Shop. It was a fairly busy day in their so that was good. Then came Saturday night. We left the Pawn Shop and headed to Kearney because we had planned a birthday bar crawl for my 21st with my family. We all met at the Chicken Coop and went out. From there we went to the PlayPen where my Mommy, Gary, Aunt Bea, and Amanda met up with us. We all had a drink together, and I told Mom if we needed a ride (Brad wasn't drinking but if he did we would call her) and they left. Brad, Me, Selia, Sam, and Amanda headed on to another bar. The air conditioner was broke in there so we went outside to the beer garden. Our little group suddenly grew real big. Everyone was buying me drinks and what not, things were going grand. Then about 12:30 I remember getting kind of sick. From then on I remember nothing, so I am going off what Brad told me. When he noticed I was getting sick he helped me get outside away from everyone. I was still puking, and started to have problems breathing. Brad picked me up out of my chair and got me on the ground. He then called the ambulance. I was moving around to much so they taped me down, and got I.V's in me. We went to the hospital, I continued to puke (no one knows if they pumped my stomach) and they kept an eye on my heart. The rate was up there in the area it shouldn't of been so I was hooked up to all sorts of crap. My cousins and Brad were freaking out. When I woke up I was so confused, I had no idea where I was and why I was there. The only thing I remember was a nurse asking me if there was a chance I could be pregnant. I told her no. (which brings me to the second part of the story I will tell in a minute) They took me upstairs to a room and a nurse stayed with me from then until 4 pm on Sunday. I finally got to come home and I've been sleeping and what not ever since. I honestly owe Brad everything. If it weren't for him staying sober and his quick responding, I don't think I would be here right now. They had been keeping track of all my drinks for a 21 tally type thing, and I had over 16 drinks between 8 pm and 12:30 am. 5 of which were between 11:30 and 12:30. I am very lucky to be here and I am so ashamed, embarassed, pissed, upset ect. at myself for this happening. I honestly can't believe myself. So ashamed. On to the ..other part. I had gone to the doctor here and had a pee test done to see if I was pregnant before I went out drinking at all. I hadn't drank since June and had done previous pregnancy tests before that to make sure I wasn't and figured it was smart to have one done by the doctor before my 21st. It came back negative. He told me I was not pregnant in any way shape or form. I then went out drinking on Thurs night and Sat night. At the E.R the nurse asked me if there was any chance I could be pregnant because my beta levels were very low or something...which pretty much says I am pregnant. Now I am all freaked out wondering what in the world I have done if infact I am pregnant (they pretty much already said I am) I am seriously so ashamed with myself. I even went to the doctor to make sure I wasn't before I did this! I feel like the worst person on the face of the earth. I go in tomorrow for another blood test and to talk to the doctor that was at the E.R that night. I have a lot of crap to find out and figure out. Ahhh, I can't believe myself! What the hell is wrong with me!
Thursday Brad and I headed to Omaha because I had a doctors appointment bright and early Friday morning. Well Thurs. was my 21st birthday so a whole bunch of us were going to go out. It turns out only Brad, Nay, and I went out. I still had fun though. Nay and Brad are the coolest man I love them to death. Friday I went to my appointment and then we headed home. Oh, I can't forget, on Thursday we went gambling too and I lost my butt!! Anyway, so we headed home on Friday and we stopped to get a dog on the way. There was a family moving and if they didn't find a home for their dog, they would of had to take her to the humaine society. Brad and I agreed to take her. Shes a very well behaved dog and she's teaching Sadie some things. After that we came home and I took a nap. Saturday we woke up and had to go work at the Pawn Shop. It was a fairly busy day in their so that was good. Then came Saturday night. We left the Pawn Shop and headed to Kearney because we had planned a birthday bar crawl for my 21st with my family. We all met at the Chicken Coop and went out. From there we went to the PlayPen where my Mommy, Gary, Aunt Bea, and Amanda met up with us. We all had a drink together, and I told Mom if we needed a ride (Brad wasn't drinking but if he did we would call her) and they left. Brad, Me, Selia, Sam, and Amanda headed on to another bar. The air conditioner was broke in there so we went outside to the beer garden. Our little group suddenly grew real big. Everyone was buying me drinks and what not, things were going grand. Then about 12:30 I remember getting kind of sick. From then on I remember nothing, so I am going off what Brad told me. When he noticed I was getting sick he helped me get outside away from everyone. I was still puking, and started to have problems breathing. Brad picked me up out of my chair and got me on the ground. He then called the ambulance. I was moving around to much so they taped me down, and got I.V's in me. We went to the hospital, I continued to puke (no one knows if they pumped my stomach) and they kept an eye on my heart. The rate was up there in the area it shouldn't of been so I was hooked up to all sorts of crap. My cousins and Brad were freaking out. When I woke up I was so confused, I had no idea where I was and why I was there. The only thing I remember was a nurse asking me if there was a chance I could be pregnant. I told her no. (which brings me to the second part of the story I will tell in a minute) They took me upstairs to a room and a nurse stayed with me from then until 4 pm on Sunday. I finally got to come home and I've been sleeping and what not ever since. I honestly owe Brad everything. If it weren't for him staying sober and his quick responding, I don't think I would be here right now. They had been keeping track of all my drinks for a 21 tally type thing, and I had over 16 drinks between 8 pm and 12:30 am. 5 of which were between 11:30 and 12:30. I am very lucky to be here and I am so ashamed, embarassed, pissed, upset ect. at myself for this happening. I honestly can't believe myself. So ashamed. On to the ..other part. I had gone to the doctor here and had a pee test done to see if I was pregnant before I went out drinking at all. I hadn't drank since June and had done previous pregnancy tests before that to make sure I wasn't and figured it was smart to have one done by the doctor before my 21st. It came back negative. He told me I was not pregnant in any way shape or form. I then went out drinking on Thurs night and Sat night. At the E.R the nurse asked me if there was any chance I could be pregnant because my beta levels were very low or something...which pretty much says I am pregnant. Now I am all freaked out wondering what in the world I have done if infact I am pregnant (they pretty much already said I am) I am seriously so ashamed with myself. I even went to the doctor to make sure I wasn't before I did this! I feel like the worst person on the face of the earth. I go in tomorrow for another blood test and to talk to the doctor that was at the E.R that night. I have a lot of crap to find out and figure out. Ahhh, I can't believe myself! What the hell is wrong with me!