I spent mywhole day in sanitation land.
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WELL. this day has been a far cry from normal...
Lets see, I've been having some slight breathing difficulties for about 2 days now, nothing awful. Yesterday I got a really bad cough to go alon with it. So I went to the doctor and they gave me cold pills (Guaifensin with Pseudoephedrine) and sent me on my merry way. I took my first one last night around 7:30 pm and hope for the best cuz I feel like crap. Of course, nothing can EVER be that simple. What?! a cold pill cure all Cat's recent sickness? Would i ever be so luck?? I think not. So, of course, the breathing gets steadily worse all night to the point that I sleep NONE, because laying down makes the breathing problem even worse. around 3am my chest starts to hurt. at 4:30 am I take my second pill (I'm supposed to take 2 a day). Around 5am my chest starts to hurt so bad I thought I was having a heart attack or something nuts like that and I can't breath AT ALL. I mean I'm walking around doubled over and I sound like a 150 year old woman who just ran up and down steps 30 times and managed not to break ahip by falling. at 8:45am I FINALLY get in touch with my doctors office to try to make an appointment to find out what's going on because atthis point I think I could be having an allergic reaction of some sort. I tell them that and the next thing you know some nurse is freaking out telling me I need to call 911 and go to the hospitol because this is really serious and I tell her I'll just wait for my mom to come home from work andtake me (there's no way I'm getting my butt on an ambulance). So, my doctor's nurse calls me every two minutes to make sure I'm still alive I guess and scolding me for not getting to the emergency room quicker untill my mom finally walks in the door. Thus begins the wonderful day in the emergency room for Cat.
Eric, My mom, and I all wait in the emergency room waiting area for my turn for an hour or so, the send me (ALONE, might I add) to the creepy "someone just died here and you showed up 2 minutes after they wiped the poor guys blood up off the floor" curtianed room. They tell me I have to take my shirt andbra off and put on the hospitol backless dress thing, and of course I'm already freezing cold ANDI'm scared cuz I can't breath. Bad enough to be scared over that, but lets add into the mix, I have something of a phobia of hospitols, something about death possibly lurking around any random corner, andwhat if he makes a mistake and thinks your room number is where that girl who got hit by a car is and takes you away by mistake?? I just don't think so, feel the same way about nursing homes. They smell so clean there is nothing but the scent of fresh death you could be trying to cover up with all that sanitary air smell. ANYWHO... back to the real story....
So I put the stupid dress on, sit down on the bed and try to get some simblanceof comfy when "Oh, sorry ms....*checks chart* Hucks. We've decided that we're going to move you to the fast track so you can be seen sooner. I'f you'll just follow me right this way..." and I get paraded through the hospitol hallways in aback less dress that I can't even reach behind me to at least tie closed cuz my chest hurts so bad. (I did, thankfully, get to keep my pants ON). So after I almost flashed 50 hospitol employees I get to ANOTHER room and find out, they have no idea WHAT'S wrong with me, except that they are very sure I'm not having a reaction to the medicine because it's to benign. So now I get to be TESTED!!! HORAY!!!!
I get chest x-rays done, not so badexcept that at this point standingfor long periods of time makes me run out of breath really bad, thus complicating my problem. Next, I get some sort of pill that's a sedative and it calms me down. Right about the time that's kickin in good they bring in a breaathing treatment similar to the one my grandma has to do for her emphazema. So now I'm way to chill from the pill and slightly buzzed from the funny breathy thingy. the fumes I had to enhale were awful, they stuck to my mouth and made it feel like my teeth were going to corrode out of my head. But, I can breath some now. So I fall asleep quite out of it, when all of a sudden I open myeyes and there's a nurse standing over me with a big needle, and I know this can't be good. She sticks itin my vien and draws 4 BIG VILES OF MY BLOOD. I hate needles. And I'm not all that straight headed at that moment. So all I could do Is keep asking Ericif my bone marrow would please make me new blood because they stole mine. Then they start testing me for blood clots in my legs and stuff but that wasn't it. Then they hook me up to an ECG machine and let me know my heart rate is way to high. THEN, after ALL of this, They tell me, oh, you have asthma. ASTHMA!!!! If someone comes in telling you they CAN'T BREATH, after you rule out crazy drug reactions, shouldn't something like ASTHMA be the FIRST THING YOU SHOULD CHECK FOR?!?!?!?! Asthma, after all, makes you not able to breath...... Hours of pain and confussion, for an inhaler, getting to be a momentary pin cusion, and some more pills. I feel jipped. If I have to spend that muchtime in a horrifying place like that, I think I should walk out with a cute puppy in a basket and my own television show. Bare minimum. Now, all that being said, these are the pictures of all my crappy emergency room memorabelia.....
memorabilia from hell