Ohhhhhh bother… October 27, 2007
I woke up this morning at 7:30 crying. I wasn’t sure why but it didn’t take me long to figure it out. My head was killing me. Major pain. Worst I have ever had. I thought I might throw up. My temp was still on the higher side and I couldn’t really do anything but cry and roll around on my bed while holding my head…….so Mama drug me straight to the doctor’s office.
When we got there I could tell this was not going to be a pleasant wait. I felt so sick. Mama looked at me and said, you’re going to pass out aren’t you?? “I don’t know, I think so.” She went to get a nurse to take me to a room where I could lay down. I didn’t exactly make it. On my way back to a room I completely blacked out…gone, totally gone. Right down to the ground. Exciting stuff. NOT. At least there was a nurse on each side of me.
The first thing I heard when I came back to conciousness was “I called 911…” Oh brother. I passed out, I’m at a doctor’s office and the nurse calls 911. How encouraging. The doctor came from somewhere, I was slightly out of it, and said, “She’s breathing, she’s fine, get her a cold pack and cancel the 911 call….and get her in a room so she can lay down.” That was that. Oh and they stuck a lollypop in my mouth against my will to get sugar in me. The last thing I wanted was a lollypop in my mouth. Sigh.
Finally saw the doctor and it looks like I have a double ear infection, a bad throat something and she still hears crackling in my lungs which explains why I STILL can’t breathe. I have Bronchitis.
Sooo, I have more pills to take. A lot of them. Ugh. I’m in bed. Mama says I can’t get out of bed. “Does this mean I can’t go to church?” Ok, I just thought I’d ask. Humph.
Mama: It’s 12:30 you can take medicine. You want some more Tylenol??
Me: Noooooo.
Mama: Ok, I’ll be right back with Tylenol.
And what was the point of asking???!?!?
So there’s an update. Thanks for your prayers. My ears hurt. I’m going to sleep now. Hopefully.
OH my DEAR!!!!! Praying hard for you!! I’m also taping CMT so I can bring it to you on Sunday. It’s taping right as I type!!
It looks to me like your day isn’t going well. Passing out doesn’t sound very fun. You poor dear. Get well soon!! *hug*
by the way…you have a GREAT MOM.
Awww, Erin.
Will be praying for you, friend! Reoccuring sickness is no fun whatsoever. ::hugs::
I’m so sorry for you! Definitely will keep you in my prayers!
Oh, Babe…I could cry for you. Get better and come star-gaze with me. Ok? Til then, I’ll gaze for us both. Love you. Father loves you more.
Sweety, I am so sorry you are sick. I am praying for you! I know how you feel, yep, I’m sick too. Be grateful you have a mother there to take care of you, hehe…I am here all by myself…wishing I had someone to bring me some soup, more tissues, rub my back, and kiss my cheek. It’s not fun to be sick when you don’t have your mother around.
It knew it would catch up to me at some point, guess this is the week. Bad time to happen, I have to much to do to be sick. I am drinking buckets of water, pounds of B12 and dump truck loads of vitamin C. Hopefully it will do the trick. I need to be well, if you feel up to it and want to call me I wouldn’t stop you. Kind of lonely. Love you!
ERIN! I TOLD you, NO MORE GETTING SICK!!!! Did you listen? NOOOOOoooo!!! Of course not. Not Erin. Now, stop that and get better quick, do ya hear?
Love,
Beth
Aw, Erin, I’m so sorry you’re sick again. It’s totally frustrating, I know.
Last summer I got so sick one day… I had been doing great, all independent, but I woke up with a high fever and was almost delirious. All I could do was call my mom in Taiwan and cry on the phone while randomly passing out. Hahaha, very pathetic, yes? Anyway, I mustered up the feeble energy to call a friend and beg her to take me to the clinic (of course it would be a Sunday and no insurance and all that great stuff). In the car I kept apologizing and saying, “I’m sorry I can’t really talk. I feel so bad.” Hahaha. Then I got to the clinic, was filling out paperwork, and half passed-out in the waiting room. So I know that utter feeling of despair where you WANT to be your happy self but you’re just so sick… and tears come out of nowhere and they irritate you even more ‘cuz you don’t mean to be crying! *big hugs* Poor thing. I’m praying for you. Lots of love.
You poor poor thing!! This is what I get for not checking oyur blog for such a long time… I wrote the card and almost didn’t send it b/c ’she’s probably completely well by now…’
oh dear!
Fainting is *definetly not* as romantic as one thinks!! (Just ask Anne of Green Gables…)