I’m finally happy to announce that I am 100% better. It was a long time coming. I actually was at the point I couldn’t imagine every being healthy again. I remember lying on the couch and watching my family eat thinking “how can they eat that? How does it not make them want to puke?” Yeah, it was awful!
So now where did I leave off with??? Oh and did I mention that this is the THIRD freakin’ time I have written this post? Yeah, it better post this time… So now going back in time…
[Ya’ll already know the routine…this may be filled with TMI, read with care!]
Sunday, March 6th:
After a semi-busy Saturday, I spent Sunday resting and feeling okay.
Monday, March 7th:
After feeling well for about 24 hours, I woke up and felt good enough to go to the dentist for a scheduled cleaning. I should have second thought that choice, since on a normal healthy day, I have a bad gag reflex. However, I was just so excited to be out and about I didn’t give it a second thought.
Walking into the dentist office I got a whiff of sterile dentist office, immediately sending me into a nauseous state. I was determined to be strong and get my teeth clean! I somehow managed to get my teeth clean and walk out of the office without losing my cookies.
Having the sweet smell of success conquering the dentist (and having clean teeth) I talked my mom into taking me out to lunch. I was starving. I ate, and ate and ate. It felt great to be feeling great again. If only it would have lasted!
After my big morning out, I was exhausted. I went home and crashed.
Upon waking back up my pain returned. I tried to control it with Ibprophen, but after an hour there was little relief. I had to take my first Vicodin in a couple days. After taking it, I realized I needed to eat. Since I had just taken major pain medication, I talked my roommate into driving us to my parent’s house for dinner.
Not long after arriving, I started to feel nautious. Not to0 long after I was completely down. We’ll just say I spent the evening in the bathroom. It was a miserable night.
Tuesday, March 8th:
After a miserable and uncomfortable night spent in the bathroom, I was exhausted and still not feeling great. I made an afternoon appointment to go back to the doctor and get reexamined. Not long after hanging up with the doctor’s office, I called my mom. Once she got me to stop crying long enough to hear why I was calling, she realized I was really hurting. She told me to hang up and try to get an earlier doctor’s appointment, but unfortunately they were out to lunch (convenient huh!). So afterwards we decided to have me make a return trip the ER.
My mom had meetings all day and my dad was car-less because he carpools, so I was lucky to have my Grandma available to take me. She picked me right up and back to the ER we went.
However, the ER was a whole lot busier than it was the week before and my middle of the night trip. We waited an hour in the waiting room and then an addition hour in my room before the nurse arrived. When she arrived she informed me that she needed to take more blood and get an IV started. She graciously asked me if I had a preferred arm for her to poke, since my right arm was already well poked I requested my left arm.
Before she started I warned her that I have bad circulation and a lack of blood. Funny Story: The one time I gave blood it took them so long to get any blood, followed by me fainting – they kindly told me, they didn’t need my blood that bad and there was no need to give again! I told the nurse that story before we started, she thought it was funny but didn’t seem to believe me.
One vile of blood later, lots of coaxing and about 15 minutes of waiting, she gave in and admitted it was true I have no blood. Too bad she still need five viles, plus prep me for an IV. She had to poke my right arm as well. Oh well, what can I say, I warned her?!
After what felt like hours, the doctor finally strolled in. She seemed pretty convinced that I was just making things up to get drugs. All my blood work came back normal and my infection appeared to be gone. Making it up? I wasn’t coming in for drugs…I wanted to make sure I was okay! I know my body and something wasn’t right.
My mom saw how upset I was and tried to talk with the doctor. The doctor refused to listen and I finally got her to give me one nausea pill. Home again I went.
Arriving home I returned to my home away from home, the couch. I was so frustrated and annoyed. After getting home I called my doctor’s office again and got a call back about an hour later. We talked and he agreed that my blood work and urine sample all looked good, and the infection did indeed appear to be gone. However, the big question was why was I still so sick?! That answer came as a shock to me….I was having an allergic reaction to the antibiotic they had put me on for the kidney infection.
Wednesday, March 9th and Beyond:
After 24 hours off of the antibiotic I was feeling so much better and have been healthy ever since! The only issue was I was sick the last week of the quarter before finals. Not only did I miss a week of class, but I jumped right into finals. The last week has been awful, but I’m happy to announce that I am not only back to feeling healthy AND am on Spring Break!! Hallajuajah!
I wanted to thank all my family and friends, both in real life and online, for all the support, phone calls, texts, tweets, Facebook messages, comments on my blog and chauffeuring me to & from appointments! It means so much to me and I greatly appreciate it all!!
Now back to reality……