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Alright so this was bat shit crazy! I spent the night at the hospital, first hospital stay of my life.
So I posted something last night, and my neck was hurting and I was scared, so I took some ammoxillian just so if there was some sort of infection, I'd get rid of it. Stupid, really, but I wasn't in my right mind because it hurt so bad. And I took 2 pills, because you usually take 2 pills of medicine. Well, not antibiotics, I forgot you are only supposed to take one.
So I'm listening to music when I started getting really hot and dizzy. I had blurred vision, like black and brown spots in front of my eyes. SO I get up and turn on my air conditioner, and I was really dizzy at this point, and very confused. I was sweating like crazy. Felt like I had the spins. I went to the restroom because... I thought maybe that would help. I didn't go, and when I went to leave the bathroom, I think I just sort of collasped. I came to and things were so blurry, and my back and neck hurt horribly, and I was very confused. I was sitting indian style and felt around with my hands for anything... I remember I turned on the hair dryer. That kind of woke me up more, and I decided to try walking over to my purse to find my cell phone. It took me awhile to get like, 5 feet to my purse, and I searched and searched for my phone. Found it, and kinda just flopped on the floor because I was exhausted. I thought about who I should call, and I just decided on calling 911, I mean, it was late and I wasn't fucking around because... I didn't feel like dying yesterday. So I called, and they asked me a thousand questions, and I was answering them all with great detail. I was really nervous and wanted to get EVERYTHING in. He told me the ambulance was coming and hung up.
I grabbed my keys and cell phone charger and purse, and slid on my ass down the stairs, and opened the door so the ambulance could just come get me. I was so scared! I called the 911 dispatchers again because... in movies they always stay on the line and are comforting! NOT IN REAL LIFE! It was some lady and I just asked her to stay on the line with me because I was really scared and because I live alone. When they got there, she hung up immediatly. I think it was a huge burden for her to talk to me. I was really relieved to leave on a stretcher. There were lights and shit, and they strapped me in, which is usually something I thought I'd be freaked out about, but I didn't. I was really scared because of my vision and dizzyness, and my head ache and my neck ache and my fever. I was really scared it was menegitus, and you know, Sara died of that. I kept asking the emt what was wrong with me, and I told him I don't want to die of menegitus. I was really scared. He told me I was just freaking out and I needed to calm down.
Things get blurry here. I know they wheeled me in and I was babbling about how much it hurt and how scared I was. I kept telling everyone about Sara and how I didn't want to die like that. I think I was really dramatic. I got in the doctors office, more questions. I started to come to more and was sitting up when the doctors/nurses looked at me and were like "Did you go tanning? Your skin is all blotchy." And.... I didn't. Then they looked at my hands and they were all red, and I had a rash on my arms. They looked at my legs and it was there too. It spread throughout my whole body in about 3 minutes. It was fucked. They decided I was allergic to something, and gave me an IV thing and stuck benedryl right in my viens. But was fucked was that at that time, I was shivering and shaking so much. My hands and my feet turned numb and they were blue. They gave me oxygen, and I kinda just went to sleep.
I woke up, and I was really weak but fine. I knew I was alright from then on out. I started crackin jokes with everyone that saw me. I felt awesome because I knew I was fine. I actually had a great time talking to everyone. They wheeled me up to Pediatrics because there was no room other places, and gave me my own room. It had a view of Indiana, elmo on the window, and an aquarium light fixture thing. It ruled. Passed out, then more blood tests, then I woke up and had the best fucking breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, butter, jelly, cornflakes, coffee, milk, and orange juice! Went back to sleep, more tests, was told I was leaving soon, Michelle came and hung out with me. More jokes. After waiting forever, they gave lunch - mac and cheese, stewed tomatoes, fruit cocktail, bread and butter, coffee, milk, and cookies. RULED HARD.
Then I left and fell asleep til now.
That's my hospital story. I'd say it sucked but it didn't, really. I'm really weak but I feel good. They think I've just been exhausted and stressed, and maybe it was side effects from the antibiotics. Anyways, I felt happy to be at the hospital the whole time, I never wished to leave or anything. I was glad they were taking care of me. I found most things really interesting once I came to and my rash left and everything.
I actually had fun... kinda? I mean, I did get to ride on a stretcher - which is kinda neat, I liked that I was poked and proded but didn't care, I got to see people and how they work, the pediatric place ruled, I got 2 meals made for me, the cookies and the coffee ruled. I got to sleep, which is something I do rarely (along with eat -- I'm an idiot that forgets to do those things) and I got to talk to doctors about the blood tests, and since I'm in my clinical class for Dietetics, I actually knew what they were talking about. My blood pressure was healthy and so was my heart rate, and I found out I haven't gained any weight since fat camp, which is awesome. I got to watch a good deal of CNN and Michelle visited me. It was cool.
Oh, and I'm alive. That's so fucking cool.
Anyways, yeah, that's all. I just wanted to write that down so I can remember all the crazy shit that happened to me and my body.
Typing is rough. My arms hurt from the needles. FUCK THAT, WORST PART.
So I posted something last night, and my neck was hurting and I was scared, so I took some ammoxillian just so if there was some sort of infection, I'd get rid of it. Stupid, really, but I wasn't in my right mind because it hurt so bad. And I took 2 pills, because you usually take 2 pills of medicine. Well, not antibiotics, I forgot you are only supposed to take one.
So I'm listening to music when I started getting really hot and dizzy. I had blurred vision, like black and brown spots in front of my eyes. SO I get up and turn on my air conditioner, and I was really dizzy at this point, and very confused. I was sweating like crazy. Felt like I had the spins. I went to the restroom because... I thought maybe that would help. I didn't go, and when I went to leave the bathroom, I think I just sort of collasped. I came to and things were so blurry, and my back and neck hurt horribly, and I was very confused. I was sitting indian style and felt around with my hands for anything... I remember I turned on the hair dryer. That kind of woke me up more, and I decided to try walking over to my purse to find my cell phone. It took me awhile to get like, 5 feet to my purse, and I searched and searched for my phone. Found it, and kinda just flopped on the floor because I was exhausted. I thought about who I should call, and I just decided on calling 911, I mean, it was late and I wasn't fucking around because... I didn't feel like dying yesterday. So I called, and they asked me a thousand questions, and I was answering them all with great detail. I was really nervous and wanted to get EVERYTHING in. He told me the ambulance was coming and hung up.
I grabbed my keys and cell phone charger and purse, and slid on my ass down the stairs, and opened the door so the ambulance could just come get me. I was so scared! I called the 911 dispatchers again because... in movies they always stay on the line and are comforting! NOT IN REAL LIFE! It was some lady and I just asked her to stay on the line with me because I was really scared and because I live alone. When they got there, she hung up immediatly. I think it was a huge burden for her to talk to me. I was really relieved to leave on a stretcher. There were lights and shit, and they strapped me in, which is usually something I thought I'd be freaked out about, but I didn't. I was really scared because of my vision and dizzyness, and my head ache and my neck ache and my fever. I was really scared it was menegitus, and you know, Sara died of that. I kept asking the emt what was wrong with me, and I told him I don't want to die of menegitus. I was really scared. He told me I was just freaking out and I needed to calm down.
Things get blurry here. I know they wheeled me in and I was babbling about how much it hurt and how scared I was. I kept telling everyone about Sara and how I didn't want to die like that. I think I was really dramatic. I got in the doctors office, more questions. I started to come to more and was sitting up when the doctors/nurses looked at me and were like "Did you go tanning? Your skin is all blotchy." And.... I didn't. Then they looked at my hands and they were all red, and I had a rash on my arms. They looked at my legs and it was there too. It spread throughout my whole body in about 3 minutes. It was fucked. They decided I was allergic to something, and gave me an IV thing and stuck benedryl right in my viens. But was fucked was that at that time, I was shivering and shaking so much. My hands and my feet turned numb and they were blue. They gave me oxygen, and I kinda just went to sleep.
I woke up, and I was really weak but fine. I knew I was alright from then on out. I started crackin jokes with everyone that saw me. I felt awesome because I knew I was fine. I actually had a great time talking to everyone. They wheeled me up to Pediatrics because there was no room other places, and gave me my own room. It had a view of Indiana, elmo on the window, and an aquarium light fixture thing. It ruled. Passed out, then more blood tests, then I woke up and had the best fucking breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, butter, jelly, cornflakes, coffee, milk, and orange juice! Went back to sleep, more tests, was told I was leaving soon, Michelle came and hung out with me. More jokes. After waiting forever, they gave lunch - mac and cheese, stewed tomatoes, fruit cocktail, bread and butter, coffee, milk, and cookies. RULED HARD.
Then I left and fell asleep til now.
That's my hospital story. I'd say it sucked but it didn't, really. I'm really weak but I feel good. They think I've just been exhausted and stressed, and maybe it was side effects from the antibiotics. Anyways, I felt happy to be at the hospital the whole time, I never wished to leave or anything. I was glad they were taking care of me. I found most things really interesting once I came to and my rash left and everything.
I actually had fun... kinda? I mean, I did get to ride on a stretcher - which is kinda neat, I liked that I was poked and proded but didn't care, I got to see people and how they work, the pediatric place ruled, I got 2 meals made for me, the cookies and the coffee ruled. I got to sleep, which is something I do rarely (along with eat -- I'm an idiot that forgets to do those things) and I got to talk to doctors about the blood tests, and since I'm in my clinical class for Dietetics, I actually knew what they were talking about. My blood pressure was healthy and so was my heart rate, and I found out I haven't gained any weight since fat camp, which is awesome. I got to watch a good deal of CNN and Michelle visited me. It was cool.
Oh, and I'm alive. That's so fucking cool.
Anyways, yeah, that's all. I just wanted to write that down so I can remember all the crazy shit that happened to me and my body.
Typing is rough. My arms hurt from the needles. FUCK THAT, WORST PART.