#got antibiotics yesterday woke up vomiting up the nothing in my stomach at 4 am :)))))))))))

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STORY TIME: HOW I ENDED UP IN THE HOSPITAL FOR 4 DAYS!!

[Trigger Warning: Throw up mention, diarrhea mention, hospital stuff, nothings super graphic but I feel like I detail things enough that it could trigger someone so here’s the warning because I care about you guys]

TL;DR: I got an extremely bad stomach bug and the dehydration from it put me in the hospital for about four days!

Alright! Let’s just jump into it kids!

It’s starts with Tuesday. I wake up feeling horrible. Super sore throat and I feel extremely congested in my head. I call out of work, no way I can deal with 12 kids with how I’m feeling.

I actually get better through out the day. Up until about 6 or 7 pm. My mom came home with some medicine just to help me kick the sickness out of me before it could really get worse. Almost immediately after that I can’t stop vomiting and having diarrhea (luckily it was one or the other and never both, thank the Lort)

Everything I ate comes back up. I can’t keep an fluids down. About four hours into this nightmare my mom makes a deal with me. Because I didn’t want to go to the hospital and had been trying to convince I’d be okay enough to not go. She said that if I could sip on water and not puke it up for at least an hour. She wouldn’t take me.

It lasted 30 minutes.

We get to the Hospital about 10 pm and get into the ER pretty quickly. The place was basically empty with exception of staff.

Now, I should state I don’t remember much from that night. Mom says I wouldn’t stop whining because they were putting needles in me and I kept telling her how much I hated it (and her). But all I can remember was constantly asking if I was allowed to have water. Because, ya know, I was dehydrated from the constant throw up and diarrhea.

Apparently it was so bad the medicine in IV they had given me wasn’t working. They had to up the dosage four times before I could finally stop vomiting every time I went to the restroom.

All I really remember, aside from begging for water and being denied because they couldn’t be sure I wouldn’t just puke it back up. The nurse felt so bad that after I got admitted into the hospital she gave me a small, like really small, container of ice chips. I remember being so happy I was about to cry (tho I couldn’t because dehydration) and I ate them up in like, seconds.

I don’t even really remember much of Wednesday. They gave me antibiotics and with the dehydration. The combo basically knocked me out so I was only up for like an hour at a time. I remember a they had trouble taking my blood, cause they needed it for testing. But it was troublesome because my veins were so small from the lack of water.

Speaking of which! I do remember the first thing I asked for when I woke up Wednesday was for water. And my mom told me they finally allowed me to have water, since I wasn’t vomiting anymore. I have never been so happy to receive anything in my life and I will never be that happy to receive anything ever again.

Anyways, they had trouble taking my blood. So there was this Russian phlebotomist woman who came in twice. Once to check my veins, she didn’t stick me because they were to small, and tell me to drink at least two cups of water before she came back.

And you might be wondering, why bring up she’s Russian? Because having someone tell me (on the second time she came back to check my veins) that my veins were nice and good and thick in a Russian accent gave me a boost of serotonin I didn’t know I could receive from such a thing.

Mom says I was basically a zombie Wednesday. And I believe her because I literally only remember most of the afternoon of that day.

Like, literally, the Doctor comes in Thursday after I have breakfast and is talking to me right. Now, I’m like, 100x better Thursday then I was those days before. Like, the nurses would not stop telling me how different I was acting and how happy they were to see me acting better. So the Doctor was telling me how they were gonna up my diet to a solid food diet now to see if I could handle it, balance some stuff out. To see if they could get out either that afternoon or tomorrow (aka today). Now, he’s all like “now you probably remember me from yesterday morning”

... I did not. So, like, apparently around 6 am Wednesday this man came in to talk to me about stuff. My mom confirms this, he did this and I remember nothing of it. Like, I still don’t. Like, I did not recognize this man he had to reintroduce himself to me and everything. It was wack.

But yeah, so then Today rolls around and I am practically vibrating in the hospital bed asking when I can be discharged. Like, literally when they said I could be discharged I was practically running my way out of that room.

So yeah, I had  a stomach bug and I’m 99% sure I got it from my kids at work. Two of them threw up last Thursday and I had to change and clean them up. So, yeah. That was my week and why I’ve been radio silent that past three days.