I'm awesomely awesome.
I conquered it!
For nearly two weeks now, a deathly plague has had hold of me.But today i feel about 1887598698256 times better, and whilst I'm still not out of the woods, this is AWESOME!
I had to visit a local GP last Wednesday who basically didn't even look me over properly, concluded that it was tonsilitus, prescribed me antibiotics that i had to take four times a day and shoved me out the door with a doctors certificate that covered me from work for a further two days. I waited around for mum to pick me up and steadily grew incredibly nauseas, we walked around for a little bit, had my script filled which, the antibiotics alone cost me $24 plus i bought this mouth wash that the doctor had recommended which was something like $13. At that point in time i was still able to eat and drink, so i decided that something substantial in my stomach would probably rid me of the nausea. One sausage roll later i felt ten times worse and ended up having to piss bolt from the supermarket to the closest rest rooms to throw up. Afterward we drove home, i'd only just made it to my front stairs when i threw up again all over my front yard, then, thinking i was finished came inside to find that the toilet was much too far to run to and the sink was a lot closer by. I felt a little better after that, until bed that night when i threw my guts up again, and zonked for the rest of the night. Luckily, i didn't throw up again throughout the duration of this past week, as that day alone tore my already torn throat to the shreds. Come Friday, when i was due to go back to work, i was doubly sick, the antibiotics had made no difference and i was surely going down hill. I managed to book myself into the same clinic again and saw a different GP. He was just as abrupt, informing me that the antibiotics weren't strong enough and that i had to go buy these other ones that were stronger, so another prescription and shove out the door. A further $14 later, not to mention fuel money ect i was running and still am running on broke. I was popping pain killers every four hours without fail to rid myself of the endless aches and pains and they were making me tired, and the more i slept the less i had to be awake to endure the suffering of it all. Saturday i had a temperature that i couldn't beat, it was constant stripping off to bare minimum and then rugging up when i broke out in cold shivers. I was so physically and emotionally drained it wasn't funny and i was quite happy to nap 3/4 of the day away. I woke up early Saturday morning, completely whacked, I was really disorrientated and had no bloody idea where i was. After much struggle i managed to figure things out, and tried to take some more pain killers so i could get back to sleep, but it would seem that after days of my throat steadily hardening i had no ability to swallow left, i was choking on water, there was no way i was going to manage getting dirty great tablets down my throat. After a while of pacing, i woke mum and told her i wanted to go to hospital, we went to straight to the emergency at the Mata hospital and i was given a bed pretty quickly. They took my temperature, blood pressure asked me all the doctorly questions, most of which mum had to answer for me as i was still really out of it and wasn't hearing half of what was going on. Eventually they settled on taking some blood, which had me shit scared, i can't even remember the last time i had a needle. Suprisingly i took it well, especially considering that the first attempt failed because i was too dehydrated to even give blood. They ended up putting a saline drip into that needle, and eventually got the blood they wanted from my other arm. They gave me some morphine, and a steroid to take the swelling in my throat down. I was considerably groggy after all this and slept for a little while, they ran another bag of saline through me and seemed happy when i needed to pee. I felt a lot better and they gave me leave to go home, reccomending that i take both the antibiotics each day. We got home at something like 5 am, and for the most of the day i slept, and felt a little better come dinner time, though i'd still been struggling all day to swallow my tablets. My temperature was also still rocketing. I went to bed for the night, and less than three hours later i was up again due to a nightmare, in a worse state than i had been so far, my swallowing was back to nothing, my head felt as though it was about to cave in and i was really, really hot, i'd broken out in such a severe sweat while i slept that the shape of my body was painted on to my sheets, and i was in my underwear alone. I woke mum again, and we drove back to the Mata, things were a lot slower this time, we'd chosen a much busier hour, and when i did get a bed, it was the last vaccant one, i don't think another one was vacated for at least a further 2 hours. Same deal with drips, more blood samples. And the doctor i'd had the night before had actually informed me that my liver function test had come back abnormal and he suspected i had galandula fever. Much poking and prodding, many doctors and nurses, a little more steroids. No morphine though. Hah. One nurse took my blood and managed to leave the dirtiest great bruise on my inner right arm, i feel like a junkie.
The doctors were tossing up for ages whether to keep me in or send me home, i think the only reason they sent me home was because they just didn't have to beds available. They wanted me to continue with the antibiotics just to fight any other extra virus, but the galandula fever was nothing they could treat, i just have to wait it out, it affects people in all different ways. Some people don't even realize they have it, others end up in hospital like me. They gave me three days worth of the steroids they had been giving me in tablet form, just to ensure that i could keep down my medication, and keep myself hydrated. They always gave me, for absoloute free, a bottle of this pink jelly looking stuff, that i immediatly assumed would taste awesome, but unfortunately is quite the opposite, but anyways, it's purpose is that it completley numbs my throat for up to four hours, and it's an instant effect, which relieves me from some of the pain, and a big bottle of childrens liquid panadol, which is also extremely helpful. All in all, if it was for the staff at that hospital, and their help, i'd probably still be curled up on my bed, sick as a dog, thinking i had tonsillitus.
It's also helped to open my eyes to the fact that i need to see a GP more often, for my own wellbeing, i signed myself up with one yesterday, we had an initial appointment, when i'm a bit better i've got to go back in for a PAP test and that cervical cancer needle. Eeeeek!
I've also got to have more blood taken this Friday, i'll be happy when i see the end of these needles, my arms look horrid.
I'm really excited to eat real food too, in the past week i've had, very small amount of muched up weetbix, a little jelly and tomato soup. Real food is going to be fucking fantastic.
Most of all though, i'm thoroughly grateful to my mum, she spoilt me rotton, gave me the love i needed, and genuinely cared about my wellbeing throughout this whole ordeal, even though she is far sicker than i ever was, and always will be. I love you mum. C=
In other news:
*Kaada still hasn't contacted me, i'm so over it.
*I finished my traineeship at IGA
*I missed out on Manson which was apparently shite anyway
*Nick Cave is in just over a week
*I'm really zonked, need to sleeeeeep.
Lilianah at Rhonda's last week, (my little sister)
Liam at homeee. It's so good to have him here. I love my little brother. ^_______^
And Liam and i, scuse my shade, this was day one of dying. c=
Peace. xx. Sushiiii.