{"id":1744,"date":"2008-08-03T16:32:16","date_gmt":"2008-08-03T23:32:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=1744"},"modified":"2008-08-03T16:32:16","modified_gmt":"2008-08-03T23:32:16","slug":"reno-hotel-death-revisited","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=1744","title":{"rendered":"Reno Hotel Death revisited&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>On Tuesday I started feeling sorta &#8216;weberly&#8217; (a word I use to describe just not right)<br \/>\nI felt a bladder infection coming on AGAIN.\u00a0\u00a0 This would be the third in a month.\u00a0 Like I&#8217;ve mentioned before, Mom, It&#8217;s not from crazy monkey sex.\u00a0 I called the doctor and they had me run to the lab to get a test done.<br \/>\nThey prescribed me ANOTHER bottle of antibiotics, but I wasn&#8217;t able to pick it up until Friday after Shaun got off work.\u00a0 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.<br \/>\nAbout an hour of taking the pill I was right back to being as sick as I was in Reno.\u00a0 I had the chills and my back was shooting pains all the way down my legs to knees.<br \/>\nThis 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.<\/p>\n<p>I called the doctor to see if they could prescribe me so &#8216;non-throwy-uppy&#8217; pills.\u00a0 After talking to the advise nurse she talked to the doctor and she said the dreaded words, &#8220;Get to the emergency room&#8230;now.&#8221;<br \/>\nI freaked out a little bit. I managed to piece my thoughts into one rambled sentence, &#8220;I don&#8217;t wanna go to the emergency because I am hot and cold and I&#8217;m going to throw up in the emergency room and oh god, I don&#8217;t wanna throw up in the emergency room. Please don&#8217;t make me go because they are going to make me sit there and I beeee soooo hooooot.&#8221;<br \/>\nI sounded much like a four year old having a temper tantrum.<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Cita and Shaun got me up and into the emergency room.\u00a0 They took my blood pressure and the machine was beeping like a fire alarm.\u00a0 She made me stand up to take it again and I swear they had that sucker set to &#8216;squeeze the hell out of you&#8217; and I nearly almost passed out in the time for them to finish.\u00a0 They were a little concerned that my blood pressure was low.\u00a0 I told the lady that it was always a little low. &#8220;How low is that?&#8221; &#8220;I don&#8217;t know, just low enough that my ex-husband said, &#8216;I knew you didn&#8217;t have a heart!'&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>By the time they admitted me into a room, I was at the point of passing out.<\/p>\n<p>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.\u00a0 &#8220;Oh god, no. That is going to bruise!&#8221;\u00a0 She assured me that she was really good and It wouldn&#8217;t bruise.\u00a0 Guess what? bruised the size of\u00a0 silver dollar.<\/p>\n<p>I told her, &#8220;I&#8217;m good, just get me the no-throwy-uppy&#8217; stuff and I&#8217;ll be fine.\u00a0 Well, they decided instead of giving me stuff, they were just going to take every ounce of blood in my body.<\/p>\n<p>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.\u00a0\u00a0 When they finally got around to doing that, heaaavvven sweet heaven.\u00a0 I passed out.<\/p>\n<p>Did I mention I had a photo shoot of a huge family reunion scheduled the next day?\u00a0 I decided I had to get out of the hospital so I could get better.<\/p>\n<p>In retrospect, I probably shouldn&#8217;t have left against doctors orders.\u00a0 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, &#8216;Get it out. I have to go!&#8221;<br \/>\nDamn, I am stubborn.<\/p>\n<p>The next day is a complete blur except a few things. &#8216;Cita coming in saying, &#8216;Drink this&#8217; every few minutes. Shaun looking at me as if I was nearly dead.\u00a0 &#8216;Cita&#8217;s husband coming in and talking Japanese. (That wasn&#8217;t real, just a hallucination.) Lisa making me soup and not being able to eat it.<br \/>\nWhatever 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.<\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>I go in tomorrow to find out what the hell all the blood tests they took said.<\/p>\n<p>Everything I have heard and read, it&#8217;s probably kidney stones. The one lady said, &#8220;might be blood poisoning.&#8221;\u00a0 Didn&#8217;t sound good, so I won&#8217;t be googling that.<\/p>\n<p>Thank you all for your well wishes&#8230;I am hoping that everything turns out good and fixable.<\/p>\n<p>For my friends that took care of me yesterday, &#8220;I love you! I don&#8217;t know how I would have survived without you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Happy Birthday, Shaun.\u00a0 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! &#8211;promise!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On Tuesday I started feeling sorta &#8216;weberly&#8217; (a word I use to describe just not right) I felt a bladder infection coming on AGAIN.\u00a0\u00a0 This would be the third in a month.\u00a0 Like I&#8217;ve mentioned before, Mom, It&#8217;s not from crazy monkey sex.\u00a0 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&#8217;t able to pick it up until Friday after Shaun got off work.\u00a0 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.\u00a0 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 &#8216;non-throwy-uppy&#8217; pills.\u00a0 After talking to the advise nurse she talked to the doctor and she said the dreaded words, &#8220;Get to the emergency room&#8230;now.&#8221; I freaked out a little bit. I managed to piece my thoughts into one rambled sentence, &#8220;I don&#8217;t wanna go to the emergency because I am hot and cold and I&#8217;m going to throw up in the emergency room and oh god, I don&#8217;t wanna throw up in the emergency room. Please don&#8217;t make me go because they are going to make me sit there and I beeee soooo hooooot.&#8221; I sounded much like a four year old having a temper tantrum. &#8216;Cita and Shaun got me up and into the emergency room.\u00a0 They took my blood pressure and the machine was beeping like a fire alarm.\u00a0 She made me stand up to take it again and I swear they had that sucker set to &#8216;squeeze the hell out of you&#8217; and I nearly almost passed out in the time for them to finish.\u00a0 They were a little concerned that my blood pressure was low.\u00a0 I told the lady that it was always a little low. &#8220;How low is that?&#8221; &#8220;I don&#8217;t know, just low enough that my ex-husband said, &#8216;I knew you didn&#8217;t have a heart!&#8217;&#8221; 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.\u00a0 &#8220;Oh god, no. That is going to bruise!&#8221;\u00a0 She assured me that she was really good and It wouldn&#8217;t bruise.\u00a0 Guess what? bruised the size of\u00a0 silver dollar. I told her, &#8220;I&#8217;m good, just get me the no-throwy-uppy&#8217; stuff and I&#8217;ll be fine.\u00a0 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.\u00a0\u00a0 When they finally got around to doing that, heaaavvven sweet heaven.\u00a0 I passed out. Did I mention I had a photo shoot of a huge family reunion scheduled the next day?\u00a0 I decided I had to get out of the hospital so I could get better. In retrospect, I probably shouldn&#8217;t have left against doctors orders.\u00a0 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, &#8216;Get it out. I have to go!&#8221; Damn, I am stubborn. The next day is a complete blur except a few things. &#8216;Cita coming in saying, &#8216;Drink this&#8217; every few minutes. Shaun looking at me as if I was nearly dead.\u00a0 &#8216;Cita&#8217;s husband coming in and talking Japanese. (That wasn&#8217;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&#8217;s probably kidney stones. The one lady said, &#8220;might be blood poisoning.&#8221;\u00a0 Didn&#8217;t sound good, so I won&#8217;t be googling that. Thank you all for your well wishes&#8230;I am hoping that everything turns out good and fixable. For my friends that took care of me yesterday, &#8220;I love you! I don&#8217;t know how I would have survived without you.&#8221; Happy Birthday, Shaun.\u00a0 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! &#8211;promise!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1744","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1744","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1744"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1744\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1744"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1744"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1744"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}