Death came a knockin'
I would want nothing more than to be sitting in the middle of a boring ass archeology lecture right now. ANYTHING would be better than what I've been going thru these past few days.
I have NEVER been this sick in my ENTIRE LIFE.
It started Wednesday. About 4pm, I'm mindin my own business, facebooking. Chillin. I notice at one SPLIT second my ears, fingers and toes began to freeze. I actually got up and went into my bathroom and looked in the mirror as if that was going to explain anything. I swear within THREE, count 'em THREE minutes I was balled up on my bed shaking unncontrollably. I knew, from past experiences that I'd just been overcome by fever. But I've never suddenly gotten a fever in the absence of ANY other type of symptoms. Within the next hour came the worst pain I have ever experienced in my life. The most blinding headache I have ever known. When I say blinding, I mean my vision was going in and out, blinding.
So to make a long story a tad bit shorter, things only got worse Wednesday. People kept telling me to go the hospital, but I am THEE last person that is going to go the doctor. Unless I believe I'm dying (and sometimes when I believe I am) I do not go to the doctor, ESPECIALLY the emergency room.
I commenced to nursing myself for the most part. EVERYTHING hurt. EVERYTHING. I could feel my clothes on my body. My lymphnodes swelled to the size of pecans! Seriously. I have a major issue with asking for help, but I almost had no choice but to. My roomate went and got me some TheraFlu and gatorade and a thermometer. Both of them seemed almost annoyed and probably felt like I was being a little dramatic, until I took my temperature and it was 105!
Did my hardheaded ass go the doctor...nope. That was kinda stupid in a way though, especially on my part, knowing what I know about those rare but deadly diseases like toxic shock, menengitis, septicaemia and shit like that.
I convinced myself that if my fever wasn't down by the next day I'd go to the doc. I doused myself in liquids and asprins, theraflu tylenol. Got it all the way down to 100. Great, right direction. Wrong. By the time I woke up Thurday morning it was back at 105 and my neck was rendured UNLESS. I cried sooo much. Mainly from the pain, but also from the fact I was surrounded by these people who could give a good gottdamn about me but who I was going to have to depend on temporarily.
By the end of the night I ended up in the Emergency room with all the symptoms of Menegitis except vomiting (I had dry heaves but hadn't eaten). I started getting worried about getting limbs amputated, brain damage, blindess, deafness or just never making it back home again like all the other horror stories. I shit you not, I have NEVER IN MY LIFE been in that much pain EVER. The headache multiplied in severity. Tears kept coming out of my eyes as I sat in that waiting room surrounded by some of the meanest people I've encountered in a while.
When they called me back for stats I pleaded with the triage nurse thru sobs. I told her I didnt know how much longer I could be out there that I thought I was gonna pass out. She was a TERRIBLE cold hearted insensitive bitch. She blew me off saying, "we'll call you when we can."
After only a good hour and a half or two hours of waiting I got in a room. Great...MED STUDENT. very nice though. Thourough. She was starting to worry about menegitis herself cuz i couldn't really move my neck but when the doctor came in he pretty much overruled her. When he was feeling my lymphnodes he was like, "Jesus, she's on fire! What's her temp?" Poor little med student fiddled around with her clipboard a little and said something like, "thirty nine nine down from fourty point five". Guessing that's celsius. He responded with a dramatic "wowza!" Both of their personalities and how they interacted with me brought me some comfort. I was scared that I might have to have a lumbar tap because thats the only way to diagnos menegitis but the doc had other plans.
Some dumbass nurse came in and hurt the FUCK out of me with this big ass horse needle in my fucking hand fishing around to draw blood. She put an IV in me and pumped me full of liquid. For the first time in over 24 hours my headache lessened. Since I was "photophobic" they let me keep the lights off when they didn't need them on and I layed up in the ER for a good 7 hours being checked on regularly as they ran a battery of tests on me. They tested me for strep but it came back negative.
Since the doctor decided that I looked like I had strep he'd treat me for strep. My tonsils are damn near swollen together. They look like coliflower too cuz they're covered in painful ass pusules and shit. To makes things so much better, I developed a giant fever blister on my lip today. I'm thankful to the LORD that that headache is pretty much gone.
The reason I couldn't move my neck was because my nodes were THAT swollen. He told me he thought I might have pharygitis which is an infection of the throat and I may have some infection in my lungs and nasal passage. Could be caused by streptococcus pneumoniae or mononeucleuosis but he thinks its just a severe case of strep. Gave me a RX for amoxicillin and sent me on my way.
Damn nurse almost let me bleed to death, she fucking took the IV out and my blood didn't clot cuz it still had so much of the fluid in it so spilled out like fucking Niagra falls. It was kinda funny in an annoying way. But other than that, I left, feeling like shit but not as bad as I had came in.
This morning I woke up in another one of my sobbing fits cuz it is fucking killing me. I haven't had a high fever since I left the hospital at least...well I haven't checked but I don't feel it. My headache comes and goes but is no where near as severe. My neck can move a bit more, but not by much and I'm not dead yet.
This is a pretty long as entry, but I left out soooo much stuff. This was truly an ordeal for me and next time I get some little sissy ass cold or headache and wanna skip class, I will think back to this and I will remember "it can be sooo much worse". Right now my tonsils still hurt my nodes are still pretty swole and I'm sporting this sexy ass blister on my fucking lip, but compared to those first few days, i'm doin damn good. Damn good in deed.
I have NEVER been this sick in my ENTIRE LIFE.
It started Wednesday. About 4pm, I'm mindin my own business, facebooking. Chillin. I notice at one SPLIT second my ears, fingers and toes began to freeze. I actually got up and went into my bathroom and looked in the mirror as if that was going to explain anything. I swear within THREE, count 'em THREE minutes I was balled up on my bed shaking unncontrollably. I knew, from past experiences that I'd just been overcome by fever. But I've never suddenly gotten a fever in the absence of ANY other type of symptoms. Within the next hour came the worst pain I have ever experienced in my life. The most blinding headache I have ever known. When I say blinding, I mean my vision was going in and out, blinding.
So to make a long story a tad bit shorter, things only got worse Wednesday. People kept telling me to go the hospital, but I am THEE last person that is going to go the doctor. Unless I believe I'm dying (and sometimes when I believe I am) I do not go to the doctor, ESPECIALLY the emergency room.
I commenced to nursing myself for the most part. EVERYTHING hurt. EVERYTHING. I could feel my clothes on my body. My lymphnodes swelled to the size of pecans! Seriously. I have a major issue with asking for help, but I almost had no choice but to. My roomate went and got me some TheraFlu and gatorade and a thermometer. Both of them seemed almost annoyed and probably felt like I was being a little dramatic, until I took my temperature and it was 105!
Did my hardheaded ass go the doctor...nope. That was kinda stupid in a way though, especially on my part, knowing what I know about those rare but deadly diseases like toxic shock, menengitis, septicaemia and shit like that.
I convinced myself that if my fever wasn't down by the next day I'd go to the doc. I doused myself in liquids and asprins, theraflu tylenol. Got it all the way down to 100. Great, right direction. Wrong. By the time I woke up Thurday morning it was back at 105 and my neck was rendured UNLESS. I cried sooo much. Mainly from the pain, but also from the fact I was surrounded by these people who could give a good gottdamn about me but who I was going to have to depend on temporarily.
By the end of the night I ended up in the Emergency room with all the symptoms of Menegitis except vomiting (I had dry heaves but hadn't eaten). I started getting worried about getting limbs amputated, brain damage, blindess, deafness or just never making it back home again like all the other horror stories. I shit you not, I have NEVER IN MY LIFE been in that much pain EVER. The headache multiplied in severity. Tears kept coming out of my eyes as I sat in that waiting room surrounded by some of the meanest people I've encountered in a while.
When they called me back for stats I pleaded with the triage nurse thru sobs. I told her I didnt know how much longer I could be out there that I thought I was gonna pass out. She was a TERRIBLE cold hearted insensitive bitch. She blew me off saying, "we'll call you when we can."
After only a good hour and a half or two hours of waiting I got in a room. Great...MED STUDENT. very nice though. Thourough. She was starting to worry about menegitis herself cuz i couldn't really move my neck but when the doctor came in he pretty much overruled her. When he was feeling my lymphnodes he was like, "Jesus, she's on fire! What's her temp?" Poor little med student fiddled around with her clipboard a little and said something like, "thirty nine nine down from fourty point five". Guessing that's celsius. He responded with a dramatic "wowza!" Both of their personalities and how they interacted with me brought me some comfort. I was scared that I might have to have a lumbar tap because thats the only way to diagnos menegitis but the doc had other plans.
Some dumbass nurse came in and hurt the FUCK out of me with this big ass horse needle in my fucking hand fishing around to draw blood. She put an IV in me and pumped me full of liquid. For the first time in over 24 hours my headache lessened. Since I was "photophobic" they let me keep the lights off when they didn't need them on and I layed up in the ER for a good 7 hours being checked on regularly as they ran a battery of tests on me. They tested me for strep but it came back negative.
Since the doctor decided that I looked like I had strep he'd treat me for strep. My tonsils are damn near swollen together. They look like coliflower too cuz they're covered in painful ass pusules and shit. To makes things so much better, I developed a giant fever blister on my lip today. I'm thankful to the LORD that that headache is pretty much gone.
The reason I couldn't move my neck was because my nodes were THAT swollen. He told me he thought I might have pharygitis which is an infection of the throat and I may have some infection in my lungs and nasal passage. Could be caused by streptococcus pneumoniae or mononeucleuosis but he thinks its just a severe case of strep. Gave me a RX for amoxicillin and sent me on my way.
Damn nurse almost let me bleed to death, she fucking took the IV out and my blood didn't clot cuz it still had so much of the fluid in it so spilled out like fucking Niagra falls. It was kinda funny in an annoying way. But other than that, I left, feeling like shit but not as bad as I had came in.
This morning I woke up in another one of my sobbing fits cuz it is fucking killing me. I haven't had a high fever since I left the hospital at least...well I haven't checked but I don't feel it. My headache comes and goes but is no where near as severe. My neck can move a bit more, but not by much and I'm not dead yet.
This is a pretty long as entry, but I left out soooo much stuff. This was truly an ordeal for me and next time I get some little sissy ass cold or headache and wanna skip class, I will think back to this and I will remember "it can be sooo much worse". Right now my tonsils still hurt my nodes are still pretty swole and I'm sporting this sexy ass blister on my fucking lip, but compared to those first few days, i'm doin damn good. Damn good in deed.