I started getting sick on Monday. I knew I was sick because when I got in my car at the end of the day, I thought, this feels soooo good and didn't turn on the AC the whole drive home. I still had goosebumps, too. I live in Phoenix.
Tuesday morning I went to Urgent Care and was diagnosed with strep. My temp was 102, and that was after I'd taken medicine to get it down. I pretty much slept all day. I was too sick to even watch tv. Then, in the middle of the night, I started throwing up.
When I got up this morning, I realized I was worse instead of better. My fever had let up a little, but everything else was worse, especially the nausea and stomach cramps. When I called Urgent Care, they told me to go to the hospital.
I could barely get myself there. It made me homesick because I knew if I was in Chicago, there would be a bunch of people I could've called. Rachel keeps trying to help me here, but I don't want her preggo self anywhere near my sickness.
Anyway, going to the ER was the best idea ever. Seriously. They saw me pretty quickly, and they were sooo nice. They gave me an IV to hydrate me and then gave me Zofran (for the nausea) and Tramadol (for the pain) and Z-pack (antibiotic) all through the IV. Oh, and they gave me ginger ale with a straw. After a few hours, I felt so much better. I didn't want to leave. My throat is starting to hurt bad again, and I just want to go back to the hospital. They were so nice to me. Am I weird for enjoying being in the hospital?
Tuesday morning I went to Urgent Care and was diagnosed with strep. My temp was 102, and that was after I'd taken medicine to get it down. I pretty much slept all day. I was too sick to even watch tv. Then, in the middle of the night, I started throwing up.
When I got up this morning, I realized I was worse instead of better. My fever had let up a little, but everything else was worse, especially the nausea and stomach cramps. When I called Urgent Care, they told me to go to the hospital.
I could barely get myself there. It made me homesick because I knew if I was in Chicago, there would be a bunch of people I could've called. Rachel keeps trying to help me here, but I don't want her preggo self anywhere near my sickness.
Anyway, going to the ER was the best idea ever. Seriously. They saw me pretty quickly, and they were sooo nice. They gave me an IV to hydrate me and then gave me Zofran (for the nausea) and Tramadol (for the pain) and Z-pack (antibiotic) all through the IV. Oh, and they gave me ginger ale with a straw. After a few hours, I felt so much better. I didn't want to leave. My throat is starting to hurt bad again, and I just want to go back to the hospital. They were so nice to me. Am I weird for enjoying being in the hospital?
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