Pain. Hospital. Happy Birthday *very long sorry!*
I guess I should start at the beginning of all this. On Saturday, I was feeling fine. Feeling like I did every other day. Later on Saturday night, I couldn't sleep. I was very cold, and I just could not get comfortable. So I turned up the heat, and switched rooms. It didn't do much, but made me feel a bit more comfortable. Around 5 in the morning, I went downstairs and asked my aunt for some medicine to help me get to sleep. She thought I had a small fever so she gave me some, and sent me on my way. I put me to sleep for about another two hours. I then wen back downstairs and lay there, shivering every minute or so. I kept covering up and covering up. I had a shirt, jacket, pants, socks, and three blankets covering me.
My uncle, seeing that I wasn't looking all that well, asked if I wanted some water, and very kindly got me it. He is sick himself so he really bent over backwards for me this week. Around 12 I decided, with my uncle's advice, to take a hot shower. I was cold, so it would warm me up. I got in there, and I could feel the water burning, but I was still freezing. Ten seconds later I doubled over and **IF YOU DO NOT LIKE READING THINGS ABOUT SICKNESS AND THE LIKE, SKIP DOWN TO THE NEXT SET OF ASTERISKS** I vomited in the tub.
**After about 3 minutes or so, I composed myself, still dripping wet and shaking, I threw on a robe and wobbled my way to the bonus room where my uncle was exercising. I told him what happened and he told me to get dressed, brush my teeth, and come downstairs. Ashley was spending the night because her parents were out of town, and I felt so bad but I had to kick her out. I just didn't want her exposed to whatever I had at the moment. So I went downstairs and lay there. I covered back up in my previous attire of a shirt, jacket, pants, socks, and three blankets. I didn't move off the couch all day. I sat there, still shivering.
By the time my aunt came home around 7, I was so hot, she freaked out and started throwing cold wash cloths on me. I was freezing so this was not fun at all. After about an hour of that, I felt like normal. I started to burn up actually. I put on a pair of shorts, a short sleeve shirt, and had about 5 strawberries and a bowl of dry cheerios. After that I attempted to go to sleep. Around 2 in the morning my aunt woke me up to give me medicine, and I went back to sleep.
Around 3 I woke back up. **NOTE: THIS SECTIONS DEALS WITH BATHROOM ISSUES. IF YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO READ THIS which really I wouldn't either SKIP TO THE NEXT ASTERISKS** My stomach started cramping up a bit, so I wobbled to the bathroom and sorta was surprised that I has diarrhea. I hadn't eaten much, as I'd said, but boy did it want to leave me. Every half hour to an hour I was back and forth to the restroom. Not every time I went, did I go though.
**So throughout the next day, my stomach felt a little worse. I'd writhe in my pain every half hour to an hour. I can only describe it as a shooting pain that went from my right side to my left. If you were to draw a line under your bellybutton from one side to the other, that would be the general location of the pain. It felt like little stabs when it would just dominate the right side.
The day progressed, and around 10- 11ish I was starving. I was living off of water, so I asked for some mac and cheese. Yes I know poor choice, but I didn't care. It was amazing to have about 20 noodles in me. Lord knows, about 2 hours later (asterisk time again) happened. Then the cramping got a little worse, but I chalked it up the medicine and just possibly the stomach flu.
As Caroline might remember, the last time and only time I had the stomach flu was on a Saturday. There was some school dance and I have her my ticket. It lasted one day, and I threw up twice. The next day I was perfectly fine and Monday I was back to school. It struck me as odd that this time, it was getting progressively worse. I decided later that night to try to eat again. I asked for fruit. It sounded great, it was juicy and would go down easy. I got three peaches about 5 strawberries again.
Same thing happened. So, in between bathroom trips, I got online and saw I had most of the symptoms of the stomach flu. The nausea, the stomach aches, the vomiting, and the diarrhea. Around 2 in the morning, I went downstairs and decided to lie down there. I wanted to be closer to my aunt just in case I got worse...and as there story has been going, ya know I did. I was just aching and throbbing with pain. She said she couldn't give me anything help. It sucked to hear it and I knew she was right.
I waited and waited, doing my routine of getting up, wobbling to the bathroom, getting nothing, lying back down, sitting up, trying not to hurt, and repeating. Around 5 I was sent upstairs to try and get sleep and I got to a point where I couldn't lie down. there was no where comfortable for me to lie. I resorted to sitting Indian style with three pillows on my legs where I could rest my head. I told my aunt and uncle that I needed to go the clinic. They said that after their appointment for curtains and tiles that we could go.
Halfway through their appointment with the curtain man, I came out my room crying and just looked at them and said I have to go now. I had to take my blanket and pillow and sit in the bathroom bawling and writhing. It got so bad. There is not way to explain this pain. If you have ever had appendicitis, you feel my pain here. My aunt looked at me and told my uncle to stay with the appointment and she was taking me the the walk in at Williamson County. On the way there, the bouncing of the car was putting me in worse shape, so she called someone who was meeting her there (she left her wallet at the office and needed our health care card) to meet us at the Emergency room.
I felt so bad, because what if this was the stomach flu? What if someone else needed to be there more than I did? But I let her take me, and finally we arrived. We walked in and we talked to the woman at the reception desk and she took my name and told me they would call. They eventually did and I went into Triage #2. This man and woman where in there and they did the usual, took vitals, asked what was wrong, pressed the pain, told me to pee in a cup, crazy stuff. Then, told me to wait in the lobby and the doctor would see me. Martha Stewart was on and making something with plaster and what not. It was a nice episode.
The doctor then called me in, and I was taken to room 14 (more like curtain 14) and told to put on a robe and lie in the bed. I couldn't lie down so i just sat up. The the most amazing person walked in. His name was Monty. He was a 51 year old male nurse who made me feel so at ease. He told me they would have to take blood and then start an IV since I was dehydrated. He talked to me the entire time, asked me how was I feeling, why I was there, what school I went to. His birthday was two days away from mine, and another patient right next to me had my birthday too! He then left and this prick of a doctor came in.
He talked to me like I was mentally challenged. I was sick, not stupid. He pushed on my and told me that I would need a CT scan. I had never had one before so I sort of interrupted him and asked what it was. He just looked at me like you would when a five year old interrupts a conversation and says "Let me finish." I was like sorry. After that, they gave me some morphine and another drug that started with an O and a nice black nurse came to whisk me away. She was so nice as well. She told me exactly what was going on, that I wouldn't be fried or anything, and when another nurse told me I wasn't going to be too fried, she looked at me and said "Oh she just be trippin." I loved her. She was in her 60's. She rocked.
Then after the scan, they wheeled me back in on my little bed, and started another IV. The doctor came back in and told me what had happened. He told me that on the scan my appendix was a little bigger than normal, but it was my colon that was the culprit. On Facebook I have a link to a site that tells all about what I have, much better than I can explain on here. Its called acute colitis. Its a fancy term meaning my colon has inflamed and its making me really sick. In rare, and extreme cases, my colon would have to be taken out, and even after my symptoms have subsided and even after a year without symptoms, I can still go into remission. So I may have to go back to the doctor for check-ups.
I had two antibiotics put into me before I left the hospital. I came home today around 5:30-6-ish. I've had about 3 peaches, I truly don't feel like eating but my medicine calls for it. I have to drink a lot of fluid, only gatorade, powerade, or water is the best right now. I'm going to be out of school until Monday, and its odd to hear this from me especially but that sucks. I'm going to be a bit behind, but I want so much to be better. My birthday is going to be far more laid back than I expected, but oh well. Cannot complain for I am feeling so much better than before.
My uncle, seeing that I wasn't looking all that well, asked if I wanted some water, and very kindly got me it. He is sick himself so he really bent over backwards for me this week. Around 12 I decided, with my uncle's advice, to take a hot shower. I was cold, so it would warm me up. I got in there, and I could feel the water burning, but I was still freezing. Ten seconds later I doubled over and **IF YOU DO NOT LIKE READING THINGS ABOUT SICKNESS AND THE LIKE, SKIP DOWN TO THE NEXT SET OF ASTERISKS** I vomited in the tub.
**After about 3 minutes or so, I composed myself, still dripping wet and shaking, I threw on a robe and wobbled my way to the bonus room where my uncle was exercising. I told him what happened and he told me to get dressed, brush my teeth, and come downstairs. Ashley was spending the night because her parents were out of town, and I felt so bad but I had to kick her out. I just didn't want her exposed to whatever I had at the moment. So I went downstairs and lay there. I covered back up in my previous attire of a shirt, jacket, pants, socks, and three blankets. I didn't move off the couch all day. I sat there, still shivering.
By the time my aunt came home around 7, I was so hot, she freaked out and started throwing cold wash cloths on me. I was freezing so this was not fun at all. After about an hour of that, I felt like normal. I started to burn up actually. I put on a pair of shorts, a short sleeve shirt, and had about 5 strawberries and a bowl of dry cheerios. After that I attempted to go to sleep. Around 2 in the morning my aunt woke me up to give me medicine, and I went back to sleep.
Around 3 I woke back up. **NOTE: THIS SECTIONS DEALS WITH BATHROOM ISSUES. IF YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO READ THIS which really I wouldn't either SKIP TO THE NEXT ASTERISKS** My stomach started cramping up a bit, so I wobbled to the bathroom and sorta was surprised that I has diarrhea. I hadn't eaten much, as I'd said, but boy did it want to leave me. Every half hour to an hour I was back and forth to the restroom. Not every time I went, did I go though.
**So throughout the next day, my stomach felt a little worse. I'd writhe in my pain every half hour to an hour. I can only describe it as a shooting pain that went from my right side to my left. If you were to draw a line under your bellybutton from one side to the other, that would be the general location of the pain. It felt like little stabs when it would just dominate the right side.
The day progressed, and around 10- 11ish I was starving. I was living off of water, so I asked for some mac and cheese. Yes I know poor choice, but I didn't care. It was amazing to have about 20 noodles in me. Lord knows, about 2 hours later (asterisk time again) happened. Then the cramping got a little worse, but I chalked it up the medicine and just possibly the stomach flu.
As Caroline might remember, the last time and only time I had the stomach flu was on a Saturday. There was some school dance and I have her my ticket. It lasted one day, and I threw up twice. The next day I was perfectly fine and Monday I was back to school. It struck me as odd that this time, it was getting progressively worse. I decided later that night to try to eat again. I asked for fruit. It sounded great, it was juicy and would go down easy. I got three peaches about 5 strawberries again.
Same thing happened. So, in between bathroom trips, I got online and saw I had most of the symptoms of the stomach flu. The nausea, the stomach aches, the vomiting, and the diarrhea. Around 2 in the morning, I went downstairs and decided to lie down there. I wanted to be closer to my aunt just in case I got worse...and as there story has been going, ya know I did. I was just aching and throbbing with pain. She said she couldn't give me anything help. It sucked to hear it and I knew she was right.
I waited and waited, doing my routine of getting up, wobbling to the bathroom, getting nothing, lying back down, sitting up, trying not to hurt, and repeating. Around 5 I was sent upstairs to try and get sleep and I got to a point where I couldn't lie down. there was no where comfortable for me to lie. I resorted to sitting Indian style with three pillows on my legs where I could rest my head. I told my aunt and uncle that I needed to go the clinic. They said that after their appointment for curtains and tiles that we could go.
Halfway through their appointment with the curtain man, I came out my room crying and just looked at them and said I have to go now. I had to take my blanket and pillow and sit in the bathroom bawling and writhing. It got so bad. There is not way to explain this pain. If you have ever had appendicitis, you feel my pain here. My aunt looked at me and told my uncle to stay with the appointment and she was taking me the the walk in at Williamson County. On the way there, the bouncing of the car was putting me in worse shape, so she called someone who was meeting her there (she left her wallet at the office and needed our health care card) to meet us at the Emergency room.
I felt so bad, because what if this was the stomach flu? What if someone else needed to be there more than I did? But I let her take me, and finally we arrived. We walked in and we talked to the woman at the reception desk and she took my name and told me they would call. They eventually did and I went into Triage #2. This man and woman where in there and they did the usual, took vitals, asked what was wrong, pressed the pain, told me to pee in a cup, crazy stuff. Then, told me to wait in the lobby and the doctor would see me. Martha Stewart was on and making something with plaster and what not. It was a nice episode.
The doctor then called me in, and I was taken to room 14 (more like curtain 14) and told to put on a robe and lie in the bed. I couldn't lie down so i just sat up. The the most amazing person walked in. His name was Monty. He was a 51 year old male nurse who made me feel so at ease. He told me they would have to take blood and then start an IV since I was dehydrated. He talked to me the entire time, asked me how was I feeling, why I was there, what school I went to. His birthday was two days away from mine, and another patient right next to me had my birthday too! He then left and this prick of a doctor came in.
He talked to me like I was mentally challenged. I was sick, not stupid. He pushed on my and told me that I would need a CT scan. I had never had one before so I sort of interrupted him and asked what it was. He just looked at me like you would when a five year old interrupts a conversation and says "Let me finish." I was like sorry. After that, they gave me some morphine and another drug that started with an O and a nice black nurse came to whisk me away. She was so nice as well. She told me exactly what was going on, that I wouldn't be fried or anything, and when another nurse told me I wasn't going to be too fried, she looked at me and said "Oh she just be trippin." I loved her. She was in her 60's. She rocked.
Then after the scan, they wheeled me back in on my little bed, and started another IV. The doctor came back in and told me what had happened. He told me that on the scan my appendix was a little bigger than normal, but it was my colon that was the culprit. On Facebook I have a link to a site that tells all about what I have, much better than I can explain on here. Its called acute colitis. Its a fancy term meaning my colon has inflamed and its making me really sick. In rare, and extreme cases, my colon would have to be taken out, and even after my symptoms have subsided and even after a year without symptoms, I can still go into remission. So I may have to go back to the doctor for check-ups.
I had two antibiotics put into me before I left the hospital. I came home today around 5:30-6-ish. I've had about 3 peaches, I truly don't feel like eating but my medicine calls for it. I have to drink a lot of fluid, only gatorade, powerade, or water is the best right now. I'm going to be out of school until Monday, and its odd to hear this from me especially but that sucks. I'm going to be a bit behind, but I want so much to be better. My birthday is going to be far more laid back than I expected, but oh well. Cannot complain for I am feeling so much better than before.