Yesterday
So now that it's over, I guess I'll talk about what happened to me yesterday...
So I've been feeling pretty sick and weak for a couple of weeks now, right? I had tried to hide it before, but now it's gotten to the point where I don't care if others look at me and go "yuck" or anything because I never put any makeup on anymore, I just throw on some sweats, throw my hair into a messy bun and go to class. Takes the least amount of energy and I figured that I need my energy to make it to all of my classes.
I'll start with sunday: I woke up, stayed up for an hour, went back to sleep for 4 hours, woke up and drove back here. I was 30 miles from Terre Haute and I started to get a very weird, familiar feeling that I do not like, so I pulled off to the side of the road until it passed. Nothing happened, so when I felt a little better I drove the rest of the way to school.
I went to sleep that night and I didn't really sleep well because I had a fever and kept having nightmares every time I went to sleep and then I'd wake up in a cold sweat.
So the next morning (yesterday morning), I went to analytical which is my first class. I was feeling very weird and I didn't really know what to make of it. I was just shaky and weak and really tired and nauseous. At the end of class I had to talk to Dr. Wolf about.....something.... don't really know what. While he was talking to me I remember thinking that I needed to sit down, and there was a bench right behind me, but I didn't want to draw attention to the fact that I was feeling so bad, so I think I just stood there and listened... again, not really sure.
Next thing I know I'm like feeling half asleep and I'm on the ground and I'm hearing voices of people around me. I picked out one of them as Dr. Wolf's and the first thing I remember anyone saying was when he said "Well, she's not incredibly responsive...", and I knew there was someone else there whose voice I recognized, but at the time I don't think I tried too hard to pick out who it was.
I don't really know what all happened between the time where I hit the floor and the time when the paramedics were asking me if I wanted to go to the hospital. I was semi-awake apparently, and people told me later what I had said and done and I don't really remember it.
Later Patti (the department secretary, and she's also an RN) told me that I kept asking Dr. Wolf and Dr. Fitch (he was the other guy that was there) "Did I pass out?" and then she said I would be like "Oh I'm fine, I'm feeling fine, I don't need to go to the hospital" and then like two seconds later I'd fall unconscious again.
By the time they were ready to take me to the hospital (and I REALLY didn't want to go) I was all there. I remember everything from that point on.
It was pretty torturous, but it could've been a lot worse. I normally don't care about needles very much, they don't bother me, but in the ambulance I had tourniquets on both arms and people sticking me in both arms trying to get 1 IV started. One got some blood for the blood tests, but they both failed in starting an IV. My left arm hurt pretty badly too.
I went through other torturous procedures once I got to the hospital and the doctor came up with the following diagnosis: "You have mono, your spleen is enlarged, and you're exhausted." My response? "You're TOTALLY kidding me!!!" a.k.a "DUH!" Exactly why I didn't want to go to the hospital...
He tried to order me to bed rest and I laughed at him. I mean it's a good idea and in a perfect world I would do it, but that's just not feasible. Even with professors in the chem department telling me I should rest more. I mean they are being SO understanding about this and I'm just cringing about it.
At least today I don't have class until 3:30 since Wolf cancelled lab (thank God; I mean I like analytical lab better than biochem lab, but I'm in the mood for neither this week) and seminar is cancelled. But there is a rough draft of a paper due today in ENG 305, that I need to work on and I missed the last class period because I was dealing with similar problems to what I'm dealing with now. At least I have all day to write a rough draft, and at least we're not turning in the final copy until Thursday. That makes me happy.
Alas though, I think I am going to go back to sleep. Sleep is good...
So I've been feeling pretty sick and weak for a couple of weeks now, right? I had tried to hide it before, but now it's gotten to the point where I don't care if others look at me and go "yuck" or anything because I never put any makeup on anymore, I just throw on some sweats, throw my hair into a messy bun and go to class. Takes the least amount of energy and I figured that I need my energy to make it to all of my classes.
I'll start with sunday: I woke up, stayed up for an hour, went back to sleep for 4 hours, woke up and drove back here. I was 30 miles from Terre Haute and I started to get a very weird, familiar feeling that I do not like, so I pulled off to the side of the road until it passed. Nothing happened, so when I felt a little better I drove the rest of the way to school.
I went to sleep that night and I didn't really sleep well because I had a fever and kept having nightmares every time I went to sleep and then I'd wake up in a cold sweat.
So the next morning (yesterday morning), I went to analytical which is my first class. I was feeling very weird and I didn't really know what to make of it. I was just shaky and weak and really tired and nauseous. At the end of class I had to talk to Dr. Wolf about.....something.... don't really know what. While he was talking to me I remember thinking that I needed to sit down, and there was a bench right behind me, but I didn't want to draw attention to the fact that I was feeling so bad, so I think I just stood there and listened... again, not really sure.
Next thing I know I'm like feeling half asleep and I'm on the ground and I'm hearing voices of people around me. I picked out one of them as Dr. Wolf's and the first thing I remember anyone saying was when he said "Well, she's not incredibly responsive...", and I knew there was someone else there whose voice I recognized, but at the time I don't think I tried too hard to pick out who it was.
I don't really know what all happened between the time where I hit the floor and the time when the paramedics were asking me if I wanted to go to the hospital. I was semi-awake apparently, and people told me later what I had said and done and I don't really remember it.
Later Patti (the department secretary, and she's also an RN) told me that I kept asking Dr. Wolf and Dr. Fitch (he was the other guy that was there) "Did I pass out?" and then she said I would be like "Oh I'm fine, I'm feeling fine, I don't need to go to the hospital" and then like two seconds later I'd fall unconscious again.
By the time they were ready to take me to the hospital (and I REALLY didn't want to go) I was all there. I remember everything from that point on.
It was pretty torturous, but it could've been a lot worse. I normally don't care about needles very much, they don't bother me, but in the ambulance I had tourniquets on both arms and people sticking me in both arms trying to get 1 IV started. One got some blood for the blood tests, but they both failed in starting an IV. My left arm hurt pretty badly too.
I went through other torturous procedures once I got to the hospital and the doctor came up with the following diagnosis: "You have mono, your spleen is enlarged, and you're exhausted." My response? "You're TOTALLY kidding me!!!" a.k.a "DUH!" Exactly why I didn't want to go to the hospital...
He tried to order me to bed rest and I laughed at him. I mean it's a good idea and in a perfect world I would do it, but that's just not feasible. Even with professors in the chem department telling me I should rest more. I mean they are being SO understanding about this and I'm just cringing about it.
At least today I don't have class until 3:30 since Wolf cancelled lab (thank God; I mean I like analytical lab better than biochem lab, but I'm in the mood for neither this week) and seminar is cancelled. But there is a rough draft of a paper due today in ENG 305, that I need to work on and I missed the last class period because I was dealing with similar problems to what I'm dealing with now. At least I have all day to write a rough draft, and at least we're not turning in the final copy until Thursday. That makes me happy.
Alas though, I think I am going to go back to sleep. Sleep is good...