Humility thy name is gastrointestinal distress...
Thursday was just not a good day.
I returned to work after a week + of vacation due to car buying, Mom being in town etc. And promptly had to go home around lunch time because the apple I had at lunch came back up at me. By the time I got home, things were moving out the other end as well.
So I took care of business and curled up in bed, trying to rehydrate and just praying that one vomit attack would be the end of it and I could go to sleep and forget the day had ever happened.
Wrong.
Not quite a couple of hours later, I was back in the bathroom, with bodily fluids coming out of my from both ends. And my bathroom is a _very_ small place to have this happen. My cat was hovering in the doorway yowling with shared concern -or else he just wanted his crunchies I don't know. Either is just as likely. I crawled back into bed with yet more fluids to sip, with the nagging concern that this may end up in the ER after all.
And less than an hour later after the 3rd bout, I knew it was time to go -to the ER that is. I knew I wasn't really in any shape to drive. So I tried calling a friend to drive me, but no go. She wasn't picking up. So it was up to me. Thank the gods that I actually now have my own car to do this with. I looked up the nearest ER, the route to it, and slowly, painfully, dressed myself, grabbed the bare minimum of what I would need, and headed out. Closing the door on the meows of the thoroughly disconcerted cat-child.
I made it to the ER ok, and then had to go through the fun and games of waiting in the hell that is the waiting room of a big city ER. I didn't come in with swine flu, but I may have left with it! I even had to bail from the registration process at one point for a dry heaves attack, and that still didn't move me up the triage list. *sigh* I had the cell phone with me and as the pain in the kidneys grew worse, I broke down and texted the one person I shouldn't have.
My ex.
I just was so miserable and in so much pain that I couldn't handle this alone. After a bit of back and forth, I ended up begging him to come. And he did. I acknowledged that I had no right to ask him to do that. And his reply was that he knew that I wouldn't have asked if I didn't really need it.
By the time he made it down there, I'd finally been taken to a treatment room, but they hadn't gotten an IV started or anti-nausea meds in yet. So his first view of me in months was this miserable huddle in a fetal position with an IV port in one arm where they'd taken blood for testing with a steady stream of tear leaking out of my eyes. Not exactly how I'd wanted to appear considering the whole ending of everything. It took them a while to get the IV started. They had to move me to another room first and then finally get moving on fixing the damn issue.
8+ hours later, 2 full bags of fluid, some serious anti-nausea meds (the type they use on chemo patients) blood and urine tests, I was finally given the ok to go. I was not given any good reason for the whole event other than "some kind of fast acting virus" and a whole slew of instructions for what to eat and what not to eat, and a follow up prescription for more anti-nausea meds to take home to stop this from happening again. BTW, it took both bags of fluid before I could even give the urine sample -and even then there wasn't a lot of volume to give. Not a good thing.
He drove me home and the two of us crashed hard. It was 3AM after all. He cuddled me and when I got the chills and couldn't stop shivering, just wrapped himself around me even tighter. At another point, I apparently was whimpering in my sleep and even though we'd de-cuddled by that point, he snuggled right back over to my side of the bed and cuddled up again. Things that he never did while we were together in the first place.
In the morning, he drove me back to the hospital to get my car, and then he was off to work. And it's odd. But, I feel like there's been a certain amount of closure for me. We didn't talk about anything related to the breakup while in the ER or once back at the apt -we both carefully ignored that 800 lbs gorilla, but somehow I just can't sustain the anger anymore.
That doesn't mean that I forgive him. This doesn't change that he was careless with me and careless with my heart. I can't forgive anyone who does that. But I can't sustain the anger anymore.
I returned to work after a week + of vacation due to car buying, Mom being in town etc. And promptly had to go home around lunch time because the apple I had at lunch came back up at me. By the time I got home, things were moving out the other end as well.
So I took care of business and curled up in bed, trying to rehydrate and just praying that one vomit attack would be the end of it and I could go to sleep and forget the day had ever happened.
Wrong.
Not quite a couple of hours later, I was back in the bathroom, with bodily fluids coming out of my from both ends. And my bathroom is a _very_ small place to have this happen. My cat was hovering in the doorway yowling with shared concern -or else he just wanted his crunchies I don't know. Either is just as likely. I crawled back into bed with yet more fluids to sip, with the nagging concern that this may end up in the ER after all.
And less than an hour later after the 3rd bout, I knew it was time to go -to the ER that is. I knew I wasn't really in any shape to drive. So I tried calling a friend to drive me, but no go. She wasn't picking up. So it was up to me. Thank the gods that I actually now have my own car to do this with. I looked up the nearest ER, the route to it, and slowly, painfully, dressed myself, grabbed the bare minimum of what I would need, and headed out. Closing the door on the meows of the thoroughly disconcerted cat-child.
I made it to the ER ok, and then had to go through the fun and games of waiting in the hell that is the waiting room of a big city ER. I didn't come in with swine flu, but I may have left with it! I even had to bail from the registration process at one point for a dry heaves attack, and that still didn't move me up the triage list. *sigh* I had the cell phone with me and as the pain in the kidneys grew worse, I broke down and texted the one person I shouldn't have.
My ex.
I just was so miserable and in so much pain that I couldn't handle this alone. After a bit of back and forth, I ended up begging him to come. And he did. I acknowledged that I had no right to ask him to do that. And his reply was that he knew that I wouldn't have asked if I didn't really need it.
By the time he made it down there, I'd finally been taken to a treatment room, but they hadn't gotten an IV started or anti-nausea meds in yet. So his first view of me in months was this miserable huddle in a fetal position with an IV port in one arm where they'd taken blood for testing with a steady stream of tear leaking out of my eyes. Not exactly how I'd wanted to appear considering the whole ending of everything. It took them a while to get the IV started. They had to move me to another room first and then finally get moving on fixing the damn issue.
8+ hours later, 2 full bags of fluid, some serious anti-nausea meds (the type they use on chemo patients) blood and urine tests, I was finally given the ok to go. I was not given any good reason for the whole event other than "some kind of fast acting virus" and a whole slew of instructions for what to eat and what not to eat, and a follow up prescription for more anti-nausea meds to take home to stop this from happening again. BTW, it took both bags of fluid before I could even give the urine sample -and even then there wasn't a lot of volume to give. Not a good thing.
He drove me home and the two of us crashed hard. It was 3AM after all. He cuddled me and when I got the chills and couldn't stop shivering, just wrapped himself around me even tighter. At another point, I apparently was whimpering in my sleep and even though we'd de-cuddled by that point, he snuggled right back over to my side of the bed and cuddled up again. Things that he never did while we were together in the first place.
In the morning, he drove me back to the hospital to get my car, and then he was off to work. And it's odd. But, I feel like there's been a certain amount of closure for me. We didn't talk about anything related to the breakup while in the ER or once back at the apt -we both carefully ignored that 800 lbs gorilla, but somehow I just can't sustain the anger anymore.
That doesn't mean that I forgive him. This doesn't change that he was careless with me and careless with my heart. I can't forgive anyone who does that. But I can't sustain the anger anymore.