Reno Hotel Death revisited…

On Tuesday I started feeling sorta ‘weberly’ (a word I use to describe just not right)
I felt a bladder infection coming on AGAIN.   This would be the third in a month.  Like I’ve mentioned before, Mom, It’s not from crazy monkey sex.  I called the doctor and they had me run to the lab to get a test done.
They prescribed me ANOTHER bottle of antibiotics, but I wasn’t able to pick it up until Friday after Shaun got off work.  By Friday I was in full blown sick and I actually greeted Shaun in the drive way and grabbed the bottle of pills and ran for a glass of water.
About an hour of taking the pill I was right back to being as sick as I was in Reno.  I had the chills and my back was shooting pains all the way down my legs to knees.
This whole thing was EXACTLY the same as when I was in Reno and I knew the next step would involve me puking non-stop for hours.

I called the doctor to see if they could prescribe me so ‘non-throwy-uppy’ pills.  After talking to the advise nurse she talked to the doctor and she said the dreaded words, “Get to the emergency room…now.”
I freaked out a little bit. I managed to piece my thoughts into one rambled sentence, “I don’t wanna go to the emergency because I am hot and cold and I’m going to throw up in the emergency room and oh god, I don’t wanna throw up in the emergency room. Please don’t make me go because they are going to make me sit there and I beeee soooo hooooot.”
I sounded much like a four year old having a temper tantrum.

‘Cita and Shaun got me up and into the emergency room.  They took my blood pressure and the machine was beeping like a fire alarm.  She made me stand up to take it again and I swear they had that sucker set to ‘squeeze the hell out of you’ and I nearly almost passed out in the time for them to finish.  They were a little concerned that my blood pressure was low.  I told the lady that it was always a little low. “How low is that?” “I don’t know, just low enough that my ex-husband said, ‘I knew you didn’t have a heart!'”

By the time they admitted me into a room, I was at the point of passing out.

The nice nurse came cruising in with a bag of fluids so I knew that meant I was going to have to get a needle.  “Oh god, no. That is going to bruise!”  She assured me that she was really good and It wouldn’t bruise.  Guess what? bruised the size of  silver dollar.

I told her, “I’m good, just get me the no-throwy-uppy’ stuff and I’ll be fine.  Well, they decided instead of giving me stuff, they were just going to take every ounce of blood in my body.

After an hour I was begging for the no-throwy-uppy stuff and pain medicine to make the pain in my back and legs to stop.   When they finally got around to doing that, heaaavvven sweet heaven.  I passed out.

Did I mention I had a photo shoot of a huge family reunion scheduled the next day?  I decided I had to get out of the hospital so I could get better.

In retrospect, I probably shouldn’t have left against doctors orders.  I managed to get redressed while being hooked up to an IV bag. I was staggering down the hallway, white as a ghost with blood shot eyes and my IV bag in my hand saying, ‘Get it out. I have to go!”
Damn, I am stubborn.

The next day is a complete blur except a few things. ‘Cita coming in saying, ‘Drink this’ every few minutes. Shaun looking at me as if I was nearly dead.  ‘Cita’s husband coming in and talking Japanese. (That wasn’t real, just a hallucination.) Lisa making me soup and not being able to eat it.
Whatever had a grip on me let go around 10 pm and I was able to sit up for a couple of minutes and focus on stuff.

This morning I woke up my eyes were swollen, but I was able to walk around for 20 minutes before I had to lay down and rest.

I go in tomorrow to find out what the hell all the blood tests they took said.

Everything I have heard and read, it’s probably kidney stones. The one lady said, “might be blood poisoning.”  Didn’t sound good, so I won’t be googling that.

Thank you all for your well wishes…I am hoping that everything turns out good and fixable.

For my friends that took care of me yesterday, “I love you! I don’t know how I would have survived without you.”

Happy Birthday, Shaun.  Sorry I managed to screw up another year for you. Next year, the big four-oh, we are having a full blown bash for you! –promise!!