What I looked like this time last year....
What I looked like (kinda) Tuesday night...
Let's start at the beginning shall we?
I felt it coming. It hadn't been around for a very long time.
Let's just say, I was OVER it...
Nope. It was back...
If only it were that simple. A little holy water, some bed sores... Instead we had to call the dreaded Ambulance. My lovely little gallbladder/spleen/pancreas innards had betrayed me. I was SiiiCK... Me and my toilet became great pals. My hubby was worried, and honestly I was too. The pain was excruciating...
Soooo....
He concurred. I must go to the dreaded ER.
Now, one of the most dreaded parts (besides the pain and vomiting of course) was that I had on NO BRA, no shoes (too sick to tell the hubs which ones to grab), PJ pants and a giant faded pink tee shirt- oh and dirty (filthy) hair. The coolest part was upchucking all over that stupid tee shirt in the back of that haywagon they called an ambulance.
* The ride: like the back end of a pickup truck without shocks or tires...*
(I literally had to crawl out to the gurney. Too sick to walk...)
The ER Experience
Which consisted of....
1) trying to talk while spewing bile at the same time.
2) getting poked ten thousand times for a few drops of blood.
3) Waiting....
4) a LONG time...
5) Being asked "how are you feeling" 1000 times.
6) "The same", 1000 times...
7) Finally getting an ultrasound. (Now I'm feeling better, by the way)
8) Waiting. Again. Some more. Sooo thirsty....
9) Vein explodes. I knew it was, but do they listen?
10) waiting. I think we are done...
11) Oh, you must pee for us, too. I pee.
12) MORE waiting.
13) Doctor(s) - (3 shift changes by now) come in and tell me they don't see anything going on in there. Still thirsty.
14) more waiting.
15) unplugged my own leads. "Dead" for over an hour. Still thirsty.
16) 3:30AM - out to the vending machine to get a drink.... HOME.
typical.
(image:thesheaf.com)
remember me as I was...
(last May)
I'm much better and the sofa is my best friend. See ya tomorrow!
Reva :)
