My last couple of days...
So, I wasn't exaggerating when I was saying I was sick as hell. Monday night I asked my Dad to take me to a doctor, but he said I would be ok without one, but if I wasn't feeling better in the morning then he would take me. I agreed only because I was hoping I would be able to fall asleep. I hadn't been able to sleep *at all* the night before, because my lower back was killing me. It was hurting and throbbing so much that it kept me up all night long.
So around 7:30pm I took some Nyquil AND some Tylenol PM--probably not the smartest idea--but I really, really wanted to sleep. Around 8:45pm I'm still rolling around in bed in pain and don't feel like I'll be able to sleep, so I go get online because I needed something to take my mind off stuff. I get online and my grandma IMs me, which is weird because I hadn't talked to her for months. I tell her what's going on, and she calls my Mom, and I'm told to get offline and call my Mom. So I do, and I tell my Mom what's going on--"never felt this sick"--all that fun stuff, and she's all "PUT YOUR FATHER ON THE PHONE." So I wake him up, which I feel kinda bad about, but he realizes I really *am* pretty sick (by this point I'm having major trouble breathing and my back pain.... yeah) so we get ready to go to the hospital.
I haven't been to the hospital since 1992 (they still had me on record, since it was the same hospital), so this isn't a trip I make often. It wasn't one I was looking forward to, but I knew something was wrong. We get there around 9:30..... and it's packed with people. Fuck. Being in the waiting room is killing me because of my back, I can hardly sit down at this point and laying down isn't really an option. It took them about 2 hours to get us in, and I swear, had to of been the longest 2 hours of my life. Walking back to the room was an issue... I couldn't really do it. Just a combination of everything... I was majorly dehydrated because I had thrown up about 10 times that day and couldn't hold any liquid down (sorry "A" !), I hadn't slept a wink in about 48 hours, and I felt like shit... I was really dizzy, so the guy got me a wheelchair. A chair, with wheels.... genius.
So they hook me up to an IV, but they can't start pumping me with anything but liquids yet because they don't know what's wrong with me. They don't know what's wrong with me, but from the blood sample they took and scanned, they knew SOMETHING was majorly wrong. The normal white blood cell count is 6000-10000, and mine at that time was close to 30000, almost 3x the normal amount. That meant by body was really, really trying to fight off something. My lower back pain had at this point spread to my sides and around to my stomach a bit, so the doctor's first guess was my appendix was getting ready to, or had already burst. So he sent me off for chest X-Rays, and scheduled a CAT scan to check my appendix. The thing that sucks about CAT scans is you have to drink this HUGE container of liquid (which is what shows up on the scan), and it tasted horrible, but I had 2 hours to drink it. So I was luckily only about 20 minutes into it when the doctor came in with my X-Rays and said I could stop drinking.
I have pneumonia. It was showing up at the veeeeery bottom of the X-Rays. That's why my lower back was hurting so much, because I had the pneumonia about as physically low as you can get it. They started pumping me with antibiotics, and said they'd move me up to a room as soon as they could get a room available. I guess the hospital was unusually packed tonight (the ER waiting room was a good indication) so it was taking a while. The ER room I was in during this whole time was towards the back... next to the psych ward. One of the first things one of the nurses said when I got in was "I apologize in advance for the girl's screaming." I didn't know what she meant, but there was a girl in the psych ward screaming at the top of her lungs the entire couple of hours I was in the ER room. It wasn't too annoying, just startling... it was obvious she was really scared, she kept screaming things like "CAN ANYBODY HELP ME? I NEED HELP!" and "THEY'RE GETTING CLOSER!!!" and then "I WANT TO GO HOME!" Was just kind of freaky.
So I didn't get moved up to my room until about 3am. By this point I was just freaking exhausted, I still hadn't slept in way too long. Luckily they had already started pumping me with pain medication, and I didn't even need anything to help me sleep... just kind of passed out. It wasn't until the morning I found I had a "roomie" with me. He was an elderly man with a problem with his gall bladder. We didn't talk to much the whole time I was there, since we were both sleeping a lot, but at one point he was talking about his kids and he mentioned that one of his sons was the owner of Scarecrow Video in Seattle... which, if true, is cool.
So I spent Monday night, all of Tuesday, and then Wednesday morning at the hospital... they released me about an hour ago. My Dad visited me twice, and my Mom and Heidi came down from Marysville to visit me last night, which was really nice. Got some calls from other random family members, and friends from work, but no one else really knew I was in the hospital. But the best part is that it's crazy how much better I feel. It's weird to say, but I really liked being there. Everyone was really nice, and I basically just napped off and on the whole time. It was awesome being able to sit up to eat, push the wheel tray away when you're done, lay back down, and fall asleep. So easy! I totally caught up on sleep, and I was finally able to start eating again which was nice because I hadn't eaten since Saturday. And I wouldn't of thought so, but the beds were super comfortable... they were all adjustable, and extremely soft... I wish my bed were like that.
So I'm home now, feeling a lot better, but still resting. 2 antibiotics and a pain pill for my back. I have a doctor's note to take the rest of the week off, so I'm just going to take it easy and relax and hopefully get better. My Dad and Debbie feel really bad for not taking my complaining serious. I hardly ever complain about being sick--I'll bitch, sure--but not serious worrying. Hopefully it should be a good rest of the week.
So around 7:30pm I took some Nyquil AND some Tylenol PM--probably not the smartest idea--but I really, really wanted to sleep. Around 8:45pm I'm still rolling around in bed in pain and don't feel like I'll be able to sleep, so I go get online because I needed something to take my mind off stuff. I get online and my grandma IMs me, which is weird because I hadn't talked to her for months. I tell her what's going on, and she calls my Mom, and I'm told to get offline and call my Mom. So I do, and I tell my Mom what's going on--"never felt this sick"--all that fun stuff, and she's all "PUT YOUR FATHER ON THE PHONE." So I wake him up, which I feel kinda bad about, but he realizes I really *am* pretty sick (by this point I'm having major trouble breathing and my back pain.... yeah) so we get ready to go to the hospital.
I haven't been to the hospital since 1992 (they still had me on record, since it was the same hospital), so this isn't a trip I make often. It wasn't one I was looking forward to, but I knew something was wrong. We get there around 9:30..... and it's packed with people. Fuck. Being in the waiting room is killing me because of my back, I can hardly sit down at this point and laying down isn't really an option. It took them about 2 hours to get us in, and I swear, had to of been the longest 2 hours of my life. Walking back to the room was an issue... I couldn't really do it. Just a combination of everything... I was majorly dehydrated because I had thrown up about 10 times that day and couldn't hold any liquid down (sorry "A" !), I hadn't slept a wink in about 48 hours, and I felt like shit... I was really dizzy, so the guy got me a wheelchair. A chair, with wheels.... genius.
So they hook me up to an IV, but they can't start pumping me with anything but liquids yet because they don't know what's wrong with me. They don't know what's wrong with me, but from the blood sample they took and scanned, they knew SOMETHING was majorly wrong. The normal white blood cell count is 6000-10000, and mine at that time was close to 30000, almost 3x the normal amount. That meant by body was really, really trying to fight off something. My lower back pain had at this point spread to my sides and around to my stomach a bit, so the doctor's first guess was my appendix was getting ready to, or had already burst. So he sent me off for chest X-Rays, and scheduled a CAT scan to check my appendix. The thing that sucks about CAT scans is you have to drink this HUGE container of liquid (which is what shows up on the scan), and it tasted horrible, but I had 2 hours to drink it. So I was luckily only about 20 minutes into it when the doctor came in with my X-Rays and said I could stop drinking.
I have pneumonia. It was showing up at the veeeeery bottom of the X-Rays. That's why my lower back was hurting so much, because I had the pneumonia about as physically low as you can get it. They started pumping me with antibiotics, and said they'd move me up to a room as soon as they could get a room available. I guess the hospital was unusually packed tonight (the ER waiting room was a good indication) so it was taking a while. The ER room I was in during this whole time was towards the back... next to the psych ward. One of the first things one of the nurses said when I got in was "I apologize in advance for the girl's screaming." I didn't know what she meant, but there was a girl in the psych ward screaming at the top of her lungs the entire couple of hours I was in the ER room. It wasn't too annoying, just startling... it was obvious she was really scared, she kept screaming things like "CAN ANYBODY HELP ME? I NEED HELP!" and "THEY'RE GETTING CLOSER!!!" and then "I WANT TO GO HOME!" Was just kind of freaky.
So I didn't get moved up to my room until about 3am. By this point I was just freaking exhausted, I still hadn't slept in way too long. Luckily they had already started pumping me with pain medication, and I didn't even need anything to help me sleep... just kind of passed out. It wasn't until the morning I found I had a "roomie" with me. He was an elderly man with a problem with his gall bladder. We didn't talk to much the whole time I was there, since we were both sleeping a lot, but at one point he was talking about his kids and he mentioned that one of his sons was the owner of Scarecrow Video in Seattle... which, if true, is cool.
So I spent Monday night, all of Tuesday, and then Wednesday morning at the hospital... they released me about an hour ago. My Dad visited me twice, and my Mom and Heidi came down from Marysville to visit me last night, which was really nice. Got some calls from other random family members, and friends from work, but no one else really knew I was in the hospital. But the best part is that it's crazy how much better I feel. It's weird to say, but I really liked being there. Everyone was really nice, and I basically just napped off and on the whole time. It was awesome being able to sit up to eat, push the wheel tray away when you're done, lay back down, and fall asleep. So easy! I totally caught up on sleep, and I was finally able to start eating again which was nice because I hadn't eaten since Saturday. And I wouldn't of thought so, but the beds were super comfortable... they were all adjustable, and extremely soft... I wish my bed were like that.
So I'm home now, feeling a lot better, but still resting. 2 antibiotics and a pain pill for my back. I have a doctor's note to take the rest of the week off, so I'm just going to take it easy and relax and hopefully get better. My Dad and Debbie feel really bad for not taking my complaining serious. I hardly ever complain about being sick--I'll bitch, sure--but not serious worrying. Hopefully it should be a good rest of the week.