A Few Days In The Hospital

So yeah, the title really tells you what this one is about.  Some of the details will not be exact, since I did not write this as soon as it happened, but this is the meat of the story.

So on Saturday the 18th I woke up and knew I was sick.  I was shivering, had diarrhea, and a lot of vomiting.  Around 2:00 p.m. I had a temperature of 102.  So Tia gave me some extra strength Tylenol, thinking that would help get the fever down.  And in normal situations, it would.  While taking it, she told me if my fever got really bad, I had two options.  Get in the ambulance or get in her truck to go to the Hospital.

Tia brought me some soup and crackers, with some ginger ale.  I was not able to hold it down.  I spent a lot of time on the bathroom floor hugging the porcelain bowl as well as sitting on the porcelain bowl.  It was a really shitting Saturday.

Come 8:30, Chris comes up stairs and we find out my temperature and it is 103.7.  At 104, brain damage can occur, as well as organ failure.  And I love my brain way too much to let anything happen to it.  Chris goes downstairs to tell Tia what my temperature is, and I begin to get dressed.  At this point, I know I’m going to the hospital, I’m not even going to fight it.

So Tia takes me to the ER, and drops me off to go park the car.  The lady at the admissions desk asks me some questions, I tell her my fever is 103.7, and she presses the button, and says, “oh, you can come on around now.”  They know this is much worse than I am aware of.  Tia makes her way in and has to look for me, because they took me back so fast.  LOL

So they are checking my vitals and asking me questions.  They ask me if I had any pain, and for the first time in a long time, I actually had some pain.  I told them about the pain in my left leg, that extended from my groin to my calf.  The nurse made a strange face, and continued taking her notes.

They stick me and take some blood, then send me off to make them a urine sample.  So a few hours go by and they finally come back with the news that they are admitting me…at 3:30-ish in the morning.  I;’m not happy, but I know it must be serious.

So I finally make my way to a room, they take more blood, and start me on a saline drip.  After a few hours my temp goes down and I start to feel better.  The nurses & doctors have also scheduled a series of x-rays to find out what is going on with the pain in my leg.  I didn’t think anything of it, as I attributed the pain to the odd positions I was on most of the day on the bathroom floor.

So they take some x-rays of my legs, my chest, and my abdomen. The x-rahys reveal that I have a large blood clot…remember when I said my leg was hurting from my groin down to my calf.  Yeah, that big.  So they immediately put me on a blood thinner, as well as an aggressive round of antibiotics.  The doctors said that what was going on with me was caused by an infection of some sort.  The x-rays also revealed something strange about my kidneys.  That it appeared as if I passed a kidney stone.  The doctor said it must have been a small one since I never felt any pain when passing it.

So over the next few days my temperature gets back to normal, I complained and bitched a lot about all the poking and taking blood, the blood clot begins to clear, and the antibiotics did their job.  This was my first time being admitted to the hospital and I hope it is the last.  I was talking to the doctors during one of the times they saw me, and the realization that I could have died had I not went to the hospital sat in.  I probably would not have died that night, but easily within the next few weeks had I not gone to get checked out.

After being discharged, I packed up and started to head out of my hospital room, but on the way out, the bandage they had where one of the IV’s came loose.  And being on the blood thinner has me not clotting as fast as normal.  So when the bandage comes off, I start bleeding.  It’s not gushing, but it’s running down my arm, and there is a lot of it.  And I am happy to report that the sigh of my own blood does not bother me.  LOL

So yeah, that is where I am right now.  Thankful to be alive, on blood thinners for the next 6 months, and trying to get my head back in the game.

Moral of the story, go to the doctor when you don’t feel well.  Go once a year for your check up, and talk to people, let them know what is going on with you so that you are not going through something alone.

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