Late Friday night, my stomach felt a bit upset, so I went to bed early. A few hours later, I woke up needing to use the bathroom. A little bit later, I got up, grabbed a garbage bag, and returned to the bathroom. Shortly thereafter, I was glad I had the bag because I was vomiting.
I was all set of a pretty standard night of food poisoning. I called![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ojouchan, who was staying with a friend), and left a voicemail (I could tell her phone was turned off); I called work to let them know I'd be late; I took my vomit bag out and got a new one. I was all set to ride it out. But things didn't go so well.
Three hours later, I'd still been unable to stop vomiting long enough to get rehydrated. I called my healthcare nurse line to make sure I shouldn't be going into the emergency room. After a short conversation, they said I should be fine, but to call back if things changed. About half an hour later, I was having abdominal pains, difficulty breathing, and dizziness; I called back and they told me to head to the ER. I couldn't drive myself, so I called my parents, and my dad headed over.
By the time we got to the hospital, I was so dehydrated I could barely think, my mouth was was completely parched, and I was making low keening noises because it made me feel slightly better. Thankfully, there weren't many people in the ER at 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning, and I got seen to quickly. After taking some blood, and poking around my body to see what kind of pain I had, I got some medicine for the pain, something to suppress vomiting, and a big old bag of fluids.
My dad read Ender in Exile as I started to calm down. The nurse kept coming around asking for a urine sample, but she had to wait until halfway through my second liter of IV liquids before that was possible. I drifted in and out of consciousness. At one point I turned on Yu-Gi-Oh!. I probably said "Kaiba Boy" a few times.
Eventually, things calmed down. The doctor returned and checked for pain, but all that was left was uncomfortable gas. So we decided to finish off the fluids bag (the third) and then head out. The pharmacy took a while, but my dad bought me a gatorade, so it was okay.
When I go back into bed, I checked my e-mail, and Ojou had just woken up and gotten her messages. She arrived home just after my dad returned from buying some sickie supplies (crackers, 7-Up, chicken broth, etc.), she watched over me as I spent the rest of the day falling asleep for an hour then waking up to sip some of whatever was by my bed. She tried to get me to take food, but I didn't eat more than a few crackers, really.
This morning, when I woke up, I felt much better, and I've been eating more food. I still feel very weak, and I'm not going into work tomorrow, but, as Ojou said, I look like a person again.
What have I learned from all this? Clearly I should never ever ever ever ever miss a Hunt weekend again. Congrats to Metaphys plant. I'll be seeing you next year.
I was all set of a pretty standard night of food poisoning. I called
ojouchan, who was staying with a friend), and left a voicemail (I could tell her phone was turned off); I called work to let them know I'd be late; I took my vomit bag out and got a new one. I was all set to ride it out. But things didn't go so well.Three hours later, I'd still been unable to stop vomiting long enough to get rehydrated. I called my healthcare nurse line to make sure I shouldn't be going into the emergency room. After a short conversation, they said I should be fine, but to call back if things changed. About half an hour later, I was having abdominal pains, difficulty breathing, and dizziness; I called back and they told me to head to the ER. I couldn't drive myself, so I called my parents, and my dad headed over.
By the time we got to the hospital, I was so dehydrated I could barely think, my mouth was was completely parched, and I was making low keening noises because it made me feel slightly better. Thankfully, there weren't many people in the ER at 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning, and I got seen to quickly. After taking some blood, and poking around my body to see what kind of pain I had, I got some medicine for the pain, something to suppress vomiting, and a big old bag of fluids.
My dad read Ender in Exile as I started to calm down. The nurse kept coming around asking for a urine sample, but she had to wait until halfway through my second liter of IV liquids before that was possible. I drifted in and out of consciousness. At one point I turned on Yu-Gi-Oh!. I probably said "Kaiba Boy" a few times.
Eventually, things calmed down. The doctor returned and checked for pain, but all that was left was uncomfortable gas. So we decided to finish off the fluids bag (the third) and then head out. The pharmacy took a while, but my dad bought me a gatorade, so it was okay.
When I go back into bed, I checked my e-mail, and Ojou had just woken up and gotten her messages. She arrived home just after my dad returned from buying some sickie supplies (crackers, 7-Up, chicken broth, etc.), she watched over me as I spent the rest of the day falling asleep for an hour then waking up to sip some of whatever was by my bed. She tried to get me to take food, but I didn't eat more than a few crackers, really.
This morning, when I woke up, I felt much better, and I've been eating more food. I still feel very weak, and I'm not going into work tomorrow, but, as Ojou said, I look like a person again.
What have I learned from all this? Clearly I should never ever ever ever ever miss a Hunt weekend again. Congrats to Metaphys plant. I'll be seeing you next year.