Ouchies.
So... life kinda sucks right now. I should be on a bus going to Boston... but I'm in Jersey. Why am I in NJ?
B/c I have a goddamn kidney stone..
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Thursday was a day filled with vomitting and pain. I thought I had just eaten something bad, which I tend to do, so I just didn't goto school and I relaxed at the apartment drinking tea and then throwing it back up. By the evening the vomitting had stopped and I was beginning to feel lots better. By about... 9 o clock I believe I stood up and all of a sudden it felt like my lower back/kidney area was being stabbed. The pain spread through to my stomach and I felt like someone was stabbing me. I didn't get too worried, until I found that I was too weak to walk and I couldn't stretch out what I thought was a pulled muscle. I wandered over to Vanessa's room and asked her what she might think it is (shes training to be a nurse) and she said it could be a number of things. She told me to give it a few minutes and if the pain was getting worse she'd drive me to the hospital.
The pain got sooo much worse. So off to the hospital we went. I felt like I was going to throw up, and in the process of throwing up, vomit up my organs. I got looked at by the nurses, did the whole register thing. And then about 40 minutes later went to the back and waited for a doctor to put me out of my misery. I love that when the doctors start poking around in the area that is in pain they keep doing it until I'm basically crying. Its one of those things that is fucking fantastic. Got my blood drawn. Got an IV. Still no pain meds although I'm begging them to just kill me. Then I start to vomit. Alot of vomit. I threw up everything that was in my stomach and then some. Now at this point the doctor comes in and goes, "ok. lets get her some pain meds and something to stop her from vomitting." YEA. THANKS. Vanessa being the god that she is, stays with me the entire time, holds back the small amount of hair I have left, and then brings me towels to wipe my face off. I get some pain stuff and I begin to feel slightly better. Now its time for a Cat scan. Two hours later, a doctor comes back telling me I have a kidney stone.
I'm supposed to push it out myself. But I really don't want to. I'd rather have it get broken apart and then it coming out. But whatever. I got me some vikaden, and some anti-bacterial drugs b/c my white blood count is a little high. *sigh* I really wish I could have gone to Boston. Maybe in a few weeks I'll go up and see Justine and Megan. B/c I seriously miss them. Anywho I'm gonna go back downstairs and wait for death.
B/c I have a goddamn kidney stone..
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Thursday was a day filled with vomitting and pain. I thought I had just eaten something bad, which I tend to do, so I just didn't goto school and I relaxed at the apartment drinking tea and then throwing it back up. By the evening the vomitting had stopped and I was beginning to feel lots better. By about... 9 o clock I believe I stood up and all of a sudden it felt like my lower back/kidney area was being stabbed. The pain spread through to my stomach and I felt like someone was stabbing me. I didn't get too worried, until I found that I was too weak to walk and I couldn't stretch out what I thought was a pulled muscle. I wandered over to Vanessa's room and asked her what she might think it is (shes training to be a nurse) and she said it could be a number of things. She told me to give it a few minutes and if the pain was getting worse she'd drive me to the hospital.
The pain got sooo much worse. So off to the hospital we went. I felt like I was going to throw up, and in the process of throwing up, vomit up my organs. I got looked at by the nurses, did the whole register thing. And then about 40 minutes later went to the back and waited for a doctor to put me out of my misery. I love that when the doctors start poking around in the area that is in pain they keep doing it until I'm basically crying. Its one of those things that is fucking fantastic. Got my blood drawn. Got an IV. Still no pain meds although I'm begging them to just kill me. Then I start to vomit. Alot of vomit. I threw up everything that was in my stomach and then some. Now at this point the doctor comes in and goes, "ok. lets get her some pain meds and something to stop her from vomitting." YEA. THANKS. Vanessa being the god that she is, stays with me the entire time, holds back the small amount of hair I have left, and then brings me towels to wipe my face off. I get some pain stuff and I begin to feel slightly better. Now its time for a Cat scan. Two hours later, a doctor comes back telling me I have a kidney stone.
I'm supposed to push it out myself. But I really don't want to. I'd rather have it get broken apart and then it coming out. But whatever. I got me some vikaden, and some anti-bacterial drugs b/c my white blood count is a little high. *sigh* I really wish I could have gone to Boston. Maybe in a few weeks I'll go up and see Justine and Megan. B/c I seriously miss them. Anywho I'm gonna go back downstairs and wait for death.