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hey livejournal peeps...i dont update on livejouranl anymore i update on myspace cus it has a blog there and why use 2 websites when i can use 1. sooo if you are still interested reading my blogs you can go to here: http://www.myspace.com/ninahorning
I am keeping livejournal open though so that I can read all your guys' blog from time to time even though YOU GUYS NEVER UPDATE ALSO lol jk. anyways just wanted to let yall know.
But heres the latest blog I posted on myspace (its long):
Had to go to the ER last night
Around 7pm I was getting a head ache so I took some Motrin. About a half hour later my throat was swelling my nose felt like it was the size of a bowling ball because of how congested it was. I was sneezing so much and I was wheezing and having an asthma attack. My heart was racing. I used my inhaler about 8 times (not in a row) but my inhaler wasn't helping me. So finally I told Clay and hour before he had to go to work I need to go to the ER. That was about 9pm. So yes I was suffering at home for an hour and a half because I was just hoping that my inhaler would work eventually and that I would just calm down...because I detest Tripler (esepcially the ER). I went into the ER AND OMYGAWWW they put me ahead of everyone else. I've had a couple of asthma attacks in the past where I had to go to Tripler and they have always made me wait in the waiting area w/out 100% of oxygen. ugh. Anyways...I went into the ER into a bed and they told me I was having an allergic reaction to the Motrin...so no more Motrin for me...I'm kind of glad about that because that's all military doctors prescribe so now I can ummm nooooo you cant give me that or I will die. So there I was lying in the bed when they put and IV in my right arm and it hurt like a son of a bitch man. Its like they didnt know what they were doing. After it was all hooked up to the bag they realized nothing was coming out and they had to do it AGAIN!! Only this time they did it in my left arm. The guy said it was going to sting a little...I dont know what the fuck he did but that bitch did not sting a little it stung a lot I was in tears. Then they put me on 2 nebulizers (a breathing treatment for asthma attacks). And hopped me up on drugs. I dont remember what the first one was but I know the 2nd one was the most concentrated dose of Benedryll ever. A nurse gave it to me through my IV and 10 seconds later I felt like I was on some bad illegal substances or something. The room was spinning and getting smaller and my body felt like it was being squeezed or something and my head was all fucked up and I start crying yet again and start screaming whats going on while I was feeling all fucked up and I can hear Clay what is the matter what is happening but the nurse said this is normal it will go away in a second...and I eventually felt normal again. Then I felt like I was starting to fall asleep. But I was fighting it because I wanted to know what they were going to do next. Even the nurse was telling Clay look she is fighting the medicine it is suppose to make her sleep. But I didn't sleep. I was so fricken tired and I swear to god they gave me weed or something because when they were done I felt drunk like and I had a total case of the munchies. My mom was there and so was my dad and sister. My dad and sister took Logan overnight so that I could rest. I know family may be the most annoying thing in the world but when it comes down to they are the ones always there for you. Anyways, after they were done filling me with drugs and I was done with my nebulizers they made me lay there for an hour with the IV and heart monitors because the 1st drug they gave me couldve put me into cardiac arrest if I was allergic to it. An hour later I was free to go home but not without benedryll, an extra inhaler, and prednisone (a steroid that helps with breathing). Walking out of there thanking everyone I told Clay now lets go to taco bell. But even though they fucked up the IV and I now have 3 broozes on my arms which makes me look like a junkie I have to say that was my best ER experience AT TRIPLER ever. They did not make me wait EVER. There was always someone in the room with me even though Clay was there. It was this round bald man. He was just absolutely pleasant and funny. He made the experience go by smoothly and I have never had that much attention from any medical person. He wasnt even the doctor. But even the front desk clerk came to check up on me. How weird is that? I was impressed by there attentiveness. I wish it could be like that every time I had an astma attack. Well actually I wish I never had an asthma attack again. Anyways I will stop now because this is looooooong enough. Love you all. BYE.
I am keeping livejournal open though so that I can read all your guys' blog from time to time even though YOU GUYS NEVER UPDATE ALSO lol jk. anyways just wanted to let yall know.
But heres the latest blog I posted on myspace (its long):
Had to go to the ER last night
Around 7pm I was getting a head ache so I took some Motrin. About a half hour later my throat was swelling my nose felt like it was the size of a bowling ball because of how congested it was. I was sneezing so much and I was wheezing and having an asthma attack. My heart was racing. I used my inhaler about 8 times (not in a row) but my inhaler wasn't helping me. So finally I told Clay and hour before he had to go to work I need to go to the ER. That was about 9pm. So yes I was suffering at home for an hour and a half because I was just hoping that my inhaler would work eventually and that I would just calm down...because I detest Tripler (esepcially the ER). I went into the ER AND OMYGAWWW they put me ahead of everyone else. I've had a couple of asthma attacks in the past where I had to go to Tripler and they have always made me wait in the waiting area w/out 100% of oxygen. ugh. Anyways...I went into the ER into a bed and they told me I was having an allergic reaction to the Motrin...so no more Motrin for me...I'm kind of glad about that because that's all military doctors prescribe so now I can ummm nooooo you cant give me that or I will die. So there I was lying in the bed when they put and IV in my right arm and it hurt like a son of a bitch man. Its like they didnt know what they were doing. After it was all hooked up to the bag they realized nothing was coming out and they had to do it AGAIN!! Only this time they did it in my left arm. The guy said it was going to sting a little...I dont know what the fuck he did but that bitch did not sting a little it stung a lot I was in tears. Then they put me on 2 nebulizers (a breathing treatment for asthma attacks). And hopped me up on drugs. I dont remember what the first one was but I know the 2nd one was the most concentrated dose of Benedryll ever. A nurse gave it to me through my IV and 10 seconds later I felt like I was on some bad illegal substances or something. The room was spinning and getting smaller and my body felt like it was being squeezed or something and my head was all fucked up and I start crying yet again and start screaming whats going on while I was feeling all fucked up and I can hear Clay what is the matter what is happening but the nurse said this is normal it will go away in a second...and I eventually felt normal again. Then I felt like I was starting to fall asleep. But I was fighting it because I wanted to know what they were going to do next. Even the nurse was telling Clay look she is fighting the medicine it is suppose to make her sleep. But I didn't sleep. I was so fricken tired and I swear to god they gave me weed or something because when they were done I felt drunk like and I had a total case of the munchies. My mom was there and so was my dad and sister. My dad and sister took Logan overnight so that I could rest. I know family may be the most annoying thing in the world but when it comes down to they are the ones always there for you. Anyways, after they were done filling me with drugs and I was done with my nebulizers they made me lay there for an hour with the IV and heart monitors because the 1st drug they gave me couldve put me into cardiac arrest if I was allergic to it. An hour later I was free to go home but not without benedryll, an extra inhaler, and prednisone (a steroid that helps with breathing). Walking out of there thanking everyone I told Clay now lets go to taco bell. But even though they fucked up the IV and I now have 3 broozes on my arms which makes me look like a junkie I have to say that was my best ER experience AT TRIPLER ever. They did not make me wait EVER. There was always someone in the room with me even though Clay was there. It was this round bald man. He was just absolutely pleasant and funny. He made the experience go by smoothly and I have never had that much attention from any medical person. He wasnt even the doctor. But even the front desk clerk came to check up on me. How weird is that? I was impressed by there attentiveness. I wish it could be like that every time I had an astma attack. Well actually I wish I never had an asthma attack again. Anyways I will stop now because this is looooooong enough. Love you all. BYE.