Adventure to Urgent Care

It all started friday night. I had a headache, so I took some advil and then it was fine.
Saturday morning I got up, the headache was way worse, and I was dizzy. So I got my water bottle and went downstairs o the kitchen. I filled up my water bottle, turned to get some advil, realized that I was way sicker than I had thought, and then next thing I know, my mom is yelling out my name and I'm on the kitchen floor.
I had a Temp of 101.6. I was so freaked out that I couldn't get up for a bit. My head hurt so much and the shock that I had actually passed out made me not want to get back up again. I spent the rest of the day on the couch, with a cold washcloth over my eyes and an ice pack behind my head. But I saw Pan's Labyrinth! I had been wanting to see that. By evening, I felt okay. My fever spiked during the night though. I was woken up by my mom's icy hand on my burning hot and sweaty neck. She left and cam eback with some extra strength tylenol and a small cup of water.
Sunday was pretty much the same deal of couch time. I could use some covers now, because I wasn't in as much danger of over heating myself.
My mom even stopped at Panda Express to pick up some orange chicken for dinner, since my dad and bro were still at work.
Monday (today) My dad woke me up around 10:30, saying to get up and get dressed because my Mom was going to come back from work and take me to urgent care.
I did not want to go. But I was convinced and so off we went.
I got there and the wait in the waiting room was okay, but when we got in the room in back, it too freakin' forever to get the doctor to come. I told my mom that that must be what hell is like, waiting forever for the doctor that never comes.
So he finally came, and did all the regular testing. Then he said they were going to hydrate me and send a note to get blood work done. we agreed and off he went.
Then it hit me. they want to hydrate me. That means an IV. ughhh!!! AND blood work!!! All of that swirls around ont tiny little evil prickly word. needles.
inside of me!! They were going to stick one in and leave it there!
The nurse came back in with the iv bag, and my mm was just like..." So is the IV really necessary? Can we just get her some gateraids and have her drink the rest of the day?" The nurse was like, yeah, I understand, sure you can do that.
So he leaves with the bag and needles.
Whew! that was a close one!
next thing I know, the Doctor came back in and explained that the IV was really the best way to go and that they were going to use the same insert for the blood wok as they were goign to the IV. so he talked it all up, convinced mym om that it was the best way to go. and my mom pretty much translated all the doctor mumbo jumbo he had said by telling me that, " it's better fluid for you than anyting you can drink." "it's formulated for your body, so it'll take all if it and use it right away and it wont waste as much."
The IV takes an hour to do, but the blood work takes the same amount of time. ahhhhh!!!!
So the IV was back on. Apparently they got one of the best IV inserters to do mine, but I'm pretty sure that's what they say about everyone who is about to insert sharp things into a finicky college student. But I accepted the lie for the sake of my insanity and sat back and let then suck a small vile of my life away, and then insert along tube into my arm. It was all going fine ( after the initial shock of feeling the stupid needle under my skin) until the little asian woman that did the incertion told me not to bend my arm, because the needle was there. I shot a glance at my mom, and I knew she saw terror in my eyes because right away she said "uh-oh. I think that was the wrong thing to say" the asian woman tried to soothe me, saying that nothing was ther, and I didn't have anything to worry about, but the damage was done. it was still there, inside me. And it stayed there. occasionally I would have moments when I would feel it, and then it would feel sore and tingly and i would start to tear up and panic. But my mom was there, and she did her best to keep me distracted. She played eye-spy (even thought there were only 4 color to choose from) had me guess a number from 1-10, and even attempted to tap dance.
I was helped a lot by you guys, texting back and forth, typing out the word with one hand distracted me from noticing the little silver menace lurking under my skin.
Finally it was all done. my blood test was fine except for some strange reason my platelet count is down. =/ they didn't know what that meant, so guess what? I get more follow up appointments with more blood tests to figure out what's wrong with me. oh joy.
on the way home we stopped at a jack in the box. Because the people at urgent care didn't give me a sticker, and I was a darn brave girl who deserved a large cookies and cream milkshake.
I was doing fine after, but then things started to get worse. I'm dizzy again and my head hurts. Fever's down for now, but I'm about to head off to bed, so that means it's bound to go up again in the middle of the night. I'm drinking lots and lots of water, and peeing like a race full of race horses. In fact, I've got to go again, and hit the hay* cuz I'm darn tootin' tired.
love all of you!

-Brenna Kathleen

*get it? "hay" race horse? :D
Jojo, your puns are rubbing off on me