weekend woes
One minute I’m fine. The next, not so much. Two hours doubled over the toilet bowl, followed by fits (momma hates this word) and faints.
T makes a bed of towels on the bathroom floor. Gets a cool cloth for my forehead. Feels like it weighs a ton. I try to sit up and throw up but I can’t. So I lay down and do it. Because it’s all I can do. Not a good idea. ‘People die like this’, I think, and pass out again.
The guy with the glasses and the real soft hands gets there first. He smells like my grandmother. I’m hallucinating and I know it. I tell him “Ma, there’s a baby in the wall.” He puts an IV in my arm, one of those double header kinds, and rubber bands an oxygen mask to my face. I like it. O. Fresh. From the can. It’s great.
In the ambulance my chest goes tight, and starts to hurt. A lot. I can’t breathe and I’m still sick. I throw up in my mask and the woman next to me straps on another. Four hours later I still feel like I’m dying; but I’m pretty sure I’m not. I’m too young and too healthy and there’d be more than three nurses hovering around if I were.
I ask for a blanket ’cause I can’t stop shaking. I get no blanket and a fan – a flashback to age six, Scarlet Fever and an ice bath. My blood pressure is higher than its ever been (excluding a bad anesthesia trip when I was 17) and I can’t feel my left leg, but my stomach is emptied and the drugs are kicking in.
By the next day almost-normal is on its way back. That semi-shock state the body goes into after being violently ill is settling in. I say a prayer for a poor somebody going into cardiac arrest in the corner, and then spend more hours than I’d like listening to an old lady across the ward squeal ‘I gotta weeeeeeee’.
T is asleep in a chair next to me, looking worn and tired and gorgeous.
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Good word, Girl! What in the world happened?!?! You ok now?
were you coming off drugs or just sick? that sounds horrible! you ok now?
sheesh, what happened? My weekend was similar, but I brought that on myself with drugs and alcohol, so I can’t really complain about it.
A pure, unadulterated viral infection. Made oooh so much worse by Number 12 .
Windblown & Jodi, I still feel like a zombie with an axe in the head.
Dawn, *tut* *tut*. You naughty girl you.
Yeah, like Dawn, I too suffered a day of nasuea and headaches brought on by drugs and alcohol. I got over it real soon, and I hope Buffy you get over your illness soon too…here’s praying for you!
Gosh poor you!!! It sounds like you had a horrid weekend. I’m glad there was someone there for you though.
I hope you feel like yourself soon.
GAH!! How awful, so sorry. Glad you weren’t alone. Hope you’re feeling better.
So you ate couscous this weekend? Booo
uggg … sounds like my last two pregnancies.
I hope you are back to *normal* soon .. I am sure the residual effects will linger ..
I am so sorry you were ill and am glad you are better enough to be home again.
Also, I am interested in hearing more about the shoes and the knees and the zoroastrian. please tell me the story!
I also hope you continue to feel very well, with no more fits and hospital visits.
I’m glad you have someone to take care of you. Feel better.
My goodness! I’ve responded to cases like that but I’ve never heard them from the patient’s side – very scary!
Wow. That sounds really terrible. I hope you at least got some good drugs through your IV drip!!
Did you make all that up??
What a horrible way to pass a perfectly lovely weekend…..sorry…hope you’re feeling closer to life now….:)
Glad you are ok now. And T sounds like an absolute darling in your time of need
Hope you feel better and are soon rid of the axe.
A friend told me once that “The way to tell if someone really cares for you is if they hold your head while you vomit”. Sounds like yes, they care and damn girl, you’ve had it rough
Junebugg, I absolutely agree. Knowing how squeamish this particular man is….and the way ‘vomit in the hair’ didn’t bother him one bit last weekend…*sigh*….he’s a keeper.
You’re right…you can relate. Man, at least I didn’t have to go to the hospital! Hope you’re feeling better toO!!
Good to know you survived, but lord does that sound nasty. No wonder you’re still recovering. It takes me a day to recover from a up-chuck, let alone a hospital trip. Glad to hear you’re getting better.
So, where have I been? I am so sorry. What an aweful weekend. yeesh, who knew viruses were so mean?
My dad always held my head with a cool cloth when I vomited. Made me feel very loved. what a guy T is. Hope you are feeling better!
I Hope you feeling better.
Why didnt you tell me buffy :O(