Incredibly sick. D:

This is the worse I've felt in a long time. D: Heck, maybe even EVER.

See, it all started yesterday. I woke up with a sore throat. It was only a little sore throat though, no big deal. I drank a lot of stuff to relieve the pain. Eventually it got pretty agitating, and I was really tired, so I laid down for a while. When I woke up, it was incredibly sore, and my voice had went out. All I could manage where cracked whispers. Soon I began breathing hard, coughing, and sneezing. As the day grew by, I developed a small fever, but nothing to freak over. I took an ibuprofen and it helped a lot. With some rest, I gained my voice back, and was starting to feel better by the end of the night. It was becoming no big deal again.

The next morning I had a sore throat again, but felt fine otherwise fine. Which was good. We had some family members in visiting, and we were gonna all meet at Shoney's for breakfast. I hadn't been in a while, and was looking forward to it.

Alas, two outta three of my little brothers were sick too, and my mom was gonna be late taking care of them. So she dropped me off at my aunt's to go with her while she took my healthy brother to school. The plan was great, and I promised to help watch my little cousin while my aunt got her hair and makeup ready.

It was probably only an hour, maybe even less, but my body began to ache horribly, my breathing became labored again, and I was freezing to death. I talked my little cousin into laying on the couch with me and watching a movie so I could rest. When my aunt came out, I was feeling pretty lousy. I even had to throw up a few times, though it was only little bouts of mucus.

My breathing had become so bad, I was on the edge of hyperventilating. I was starting to consider going to the hospital, but didn't wanna ruin the breakfast. Besides, I knew my mom was gonna show up, and she was holding my inhaler for me. I could get it when I got there.

My aunt asked if I was okay, and I told her yeah. I was truthfully maybe only 40% sure of this, but was determined to try and ride it out. Hospital visits are no fun...

We got in the car and headed toward Shoney's, but I was starting to do worse. I was so cold, I asked her to turn the heat all the way up...even when I was wearing a zipped up jacket. Needless to say, this did not help my breathing. I could feel myself slowly suffocating, and I knew that I could lie about my well-being no longer. My aunt knew this too, and took me to the hospital instead. By the time we got in the parking lot, I couldn't stand on my own, and I could feel me getting ready to lose consciousness.

She sat me down immediately and began registering me at the front. By now I was really scared, and I could feel tears coming. I make it a point not to cry in public, but it was becoming harder and harder. I was hyperventilating, freezing to death, and my body ached so horribly that every movement was torture. My aunt sat down next to me, and I hugged onto her. THAT NEVER HAPPENS. Me and hugging is like...well, like expecting a hug from a rabid cat. I finally began to cry. The misery was overbearing.

We sat there like that maybe twenty minutes before they even brought me back to get my info. I hadn't improved any. The nurse was freaking out. She was like, "You're hyperventilating! You need to slow your breathing!" which, you know, was not an easy thing to do. Upon taking my temperature, it had escalated to 101.7 degrees Fahrenheit. Not good. D:

They had to take my blood pressure twice, and had to make me clean off my black nail polish on my middle finger to get my heart rate. XD

Once they had my info, they sent me back out to the waiting room, demanding that I wear a mask to keep from giving whatever I had to the others out there. By now I was fairly tore up, and the mask didn't help my breathing much either. The feeling was surreal. All I felt was alienation and pain and misery. I couldn't even shift around without moaning out in pain. Upon seeing this, all the other people in the waiting room put on masks too and moved further away from me. I was really concerned that I had something pretty serious now...

My aunt was concerned for my cousin's health, and called my boyfriend to come assist me so she could get her out of there. I didn't blame her, I would have done the same thing. I laid there miserably waiting for him, no improvement showing. I continued to cry. He finally showed up and took her place. I'm not sure why, but him being there made me cry a little harder. I just needed SOMEONE I guess. Hours went by, and I didn't know what was gonna happen. I even prayed out loud for mercy.

Finally, despite the fact that they couldn't take me back yet, the nurse who had taken my temperature came out and took it again. It was still 101.7, and she gave me two extra strength Tylenols. She was about the only one there (aside from Matt) who showed me any concern or care. It wasn't too long before they kicked in, and mercy finally came. Not only did it help with the fever, but the pain was starting to go away. I was finally able to find sleep and curled over on Matt for a nap.

I was awoken two hours later to be brought back. The fever and pain had ceased, but my breathing was still way less than perfect. The doctor came in an listened to my chest, and I was promptly given a breathing treatment, followed by an IV and a steroid was injected into me.

I was finally starting to feel vaguely normal again, all for being really worn out. The doctor checked on me again, and wanted blood and a chest x-ray done. At this point, I just really wanted to go home. One nurse came in and did the blood work. Luckily, she was the only nurse in nurse in the whole building related to me, so that assured she would be careful. The other nurse came back to check on me too, and, her being the only nurse to show me any care or mercy, I told, "I love you! You're my favourite nurse today!" XD She was like, "Oh, thank you! I'm glad!" LOL. It was the best.

Then Matt had to leave for work, and I was alone. It was hours, and I ended up putting two chairs together to sleep in. I woke with the doctor standing over me smiling. I apologized, and he said, "No, it's fine! You need some rest."

He laughed and asked if I had had the chest x-ray yet. I told him no, and he explained that he had been looking for them and noticed that they weren't there. So he said they'd be with me in a sec.

After he left, I went back to sleep. A nurse woke me up and took my temperature again. It was still a little high, but was almost normal now. I went back to sleep again after she left. That's when another nurse came in with a portable x-ray machine. She made me put on a gown and they took the x-ray right there in the room. and then she left.

I figure there was no more point in sleeping again, but couldn't help but fall into a doze. I was REALLY tired and wondering if I was ever gonna get to go home...

The x-ray lady came back soon after and told me they hadn't done it right. So she took me back to the actual x-ray room. Once again, I had to put on a gown and take another x-ray. We made sure this one worked before they sent me back.

I waited hours and hours...I finally fell asleep again for the thousandth time. When I woke up, my mom and two brothers were in the room. She asked if I was done, and I told her that I had no idea. Luckily, mom is forceful and demanded to be told what was going on. They finally gave me some prescriptions and took the IV outta my hand and released me.

Then I had to wait for test results for my brothers, which took another hour or so. FINALLY, I got to go home where I could rightfully sleep in peace. Currently I'm still coughing and sneezing and breathing a little hard, but am otherwise recovering. I hope this crap ends soon...