A weird week.
This is a pretty long entry, about a pretty fuckweed week and a bit.
So last saturday, during midday sometime, I started feeling like shit. I had a throat problem of some sort, which is a regular occurance for me so i thought nothing of it and took some DXM. I took a few more doses than recommended, and had some weird type of laxative effect (after one brief visit to the toilet I was fine). Me, Jo and biggum were in teh park just chiling, and I couldnt consume any of my beers. We called it a night, all went back to my house and just chilled (with a bit of indian if i may say).
I woke up early on sunday morning as I usually have work, but i felt too fucked (way too fatigued, couldnt move, feverish and a bit of a sore throat) so i went naaaah. I was slowly detoriating (mainly the sore throat), so my mum said it would be best for Jo to leave to I can get some rest and go to the doctors in the morning. Shes more prone to tonsil problems anyway, so I didnt want her getting any type of it.
So i go to the doctors on Monday morning, they diagnosis states that I have a bacteria on the lymph glands in the neck, so penicillin is given over 7 days to sort out this problem. I think ok cool, it will be over with soon. However by tuesday, the other gland starts swelling up, and by thursday the pain is HORRIBLE, with white shit all over the glands. I can't speak at all, so my mum decides to go into the doctors with me again and get me re-checked.
At first they question it, but think its best for me to get refered to a emergency clinic at the nearest hospital. Im thinking whaaat, so it could be some shitty that could take me down for the next few weeks, making me crap for Malta. I get sent there and served pretty much straight away. They rumour glandular fever, which can only be confirmed by a blood test (but its initial symptoms like being very weak, a ruptured spleen were not present), but im seriously doubting it. If true, it would probably mean ill be sick way into Malta... completely ruining it. I AM PISSED.
So they spray the back of my mouth with this antiseptic, which takes like utttttttter poison, take a huge blood test which made me dizzy, and then get a scarpal out and cut open one of my glands. SHIT BOY DID THAT HURT, she said i would feel a slight pain. I wish doctors would just tell you, yes this is going to hurt like a bitch, so you know how to handle it a bit better. Blood was absolutely guzzling out of my mouth, going up my nose, swallowing a shit load of it (my primary reason for having a coughing fit at the moment) and generally going into about 10 different bowls. They attached me to a drip, admited me into another ward, sent my blood tests off for testing, and i got there in time to watch deal or no deal!
They were pretty chill; kept me some company cause I actually needed it, but there was this one nurse who had some really sarcastic tone. She was my first nurse on shift and she asked me if i could swallow. Because we were talking about painkillers, I assumed she meant big tablets, so I said no. She says some shit about well it will have to go up a different way, so i claim bullshit and just sit there. About 10 minutes later she comes back with this huge bullet type tablets covered in lube, and im like WHAT JESUS IS THIS FRANCE, and i go just show me the NORMAL painkillers. After negotiation, they bring in these soluble painkillers..... and im like what? WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME BEFORE :(
All medications get sorted out, and im on some drip watching big brother and other stuff. The pain is gone, but its all depressing being in some room by yourself, carrying a drip around with you to the toilet.
First time in the HOSPITAL, and thank gooooood it was in between my exams and my malta expedition! the food was absolute shit aswell.
So last saturday, during midday sometime, I started feeling like shit. I had a throat problem of some sort, which is a regular occurance for me so i thought nothing of it and took some DXM. I took a few more doses than recommended, and had some weird type of laxative effect (after one brief visit to the toilet I was fine). Me, Jo and biggum were in teh park just chiling, and I couldnt consume any of my beers. We called it a night, all went back to my house and just chilled (with a bit of indian if i may say).
I woke up early on sunday morning as I usually have work, but i felt too fucked (way too fatigued, couldnt move, feverish and a bit of a sore throat) so i went naaaah. I was slowly detoriating (mainly the sore throat), so my mum said it would be best for Jo to leave to I can get some rest and go to the doctors in the morning. Shes more prone to tonsil problems anyway, so I didnt want her getting any type of it.
So i go to the doctors on Monday morning, they diagnosis states that I have a bacteria on the lymph glands in the neck, so penicillin is given over 7 days to sort out this problem. I think ok cool, it will be over with soon. However by tuesday, the other gland starts swelling up, and by thursday the pain is HORRIBLE, with white shit all over the glands. I can't speak at all, so my mum decides to go into the doctors with me again and get me re-checked.
At first they question it, but think its best for me to get refered to a emergency clinic at the nearest hospital. Im thinking whaaat, so it could be some shitty that could take me down for the next few weeks, making me crap for Malta. I get sent there and served pretty much straight away. They rumour glandular fever, which can only be confirmed by a blood test (but its initial symptoms like being very weak, a ruptured spleen were not present), but im seriously doubting it. If true, it would probably mean ill be sick way into Malta... completely ruining it. I AM PISSED.
So they spray the back of my mouth with this antiseptic, which takes like utttttttter poison, take a huge blood test which made me dizzy, and then get a scarpal out and cut open one of my glands. SHIT BOY DID THAT HURT, she said i would feel a slight pain. I wish doctors would just tell you, yes this is going to hurt like a bitch, so you know how to handle it a bit better. Blood was absolutely guzzling out of my mouth, going up my nose, swallowing a shit load of it (my primary reason for having a coughing fit at the moment) and generally going into about 10 different bowls. They attached me to a drip, admited me into another ward, sent my blood tests off for testing, and i got there in time to watch deal or no deal!
They were pretty chill; kept me some company cause I actually needed it, but there was this one nurse who had some really sarcastic tone. She was my first nurse on shift and she asked me if i could swallow. Because we were talking about painkillers, I assumed she meant big tablets, so I said no. She says some shit about well it will have to go up a different way, so i claim bullshit and just sit there. About 10 minutes later she comes back with this huge bullet type tablets covered in lube, and im like WHAT JESUS IS THIS FRANCE, and i go just show me the NORMAL painkillers. After negotiation, they bring in these soluble painkillers..... and im like what? WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME BEFORE :(
All medications get sorted out, and im on some drip watching big brother and other stuff. The pain is gone, but its all depressing being in some room by yourself, carrying a drip around with you to the toilet.
First time in the HOSPITAL, and thank gooooood it was in between my exams and my malta expedition! the food was absolute shit aswell.