So it seems like the perfect start to 2013 to continue the way 2012 ended: sick. This time I ended up in the hospital. I woke up last Friday morning with a pounding pain in my back. Thinking maybe I pulled a muscle, I went to work. Two hours later I was hunched over sobbing and getting driven to the ER.
After a
pee test, a few naps and endless waiting, the doctor on call figured I had a
really bad muscle spasm. I was relieved. Awesome! Take a day to recover and I’m
all set to go! Then we waited more. They kept coming into my little shower
curtain protected room and asking if I had taken a urine sample. I kept saying
yes. Then I started getting worried.
An hour
later the doctor comes back in and tells me it is not a muscle thing, it is in
fact a major UTI. Not even little. MAJOR.
Got set up with an IV and some antibiotics. Started feeling pretty decent. Got
released. Got the drugs. And my stupid ass goes and performs improv that night.
Why?
I was
shaking so hard after the gig. Then falling asleep by the venues fireplace. I
was starting to get delirious. Then I get home. Thinking sleep makes the most
sense, I don’t even bother spending any attention on the pain medication on my
counter. The next hour I was violently shaking until my mom found me sitting on
the stairs sobbing. I was so dizzy I felt like I had just gotten off a 5 year
tilt-a-whirl ride. I couldn’t stop sweating. I couldn’t see straight. My hair
was a mess. My mom was screaming at me. I was crying so hard my chest hurt. I
took the medication my mom handed me and went to lay down on the couch.
Still
upset, worked up and delirious, I began puking. It wouldn’t stop. I didn’t make
it to the bathroom. But when I eventually did, I thought I had puked blood. It
turned out it was cranberry juice. Thank god. After all that, I sat down and my
brother made me a piece of toast and I took more medication. I passed out for
the next 15 hours.
Today is
Day 5 with this and the pain is finally subsiding. I slept with no pain
medication last night and I’m doing okay at the moment. I’m just really sleepy
and my bed looks intoxicating. So does the couch. And that chair. And the floor…
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