Appropriate title
Verge of existence... didn't necessarily expect I'd so near the abyss so shortly after titling my new blog spot.
Monday night, my chest (specifically my left side, near my heart) was in tremendous pain when I breathed in or out. At its worst, it felt like a gunshot wound. So I was taken back to the ER around 12:15 on Tuesday morning where, after four and a half hours of various tests, they sent me home with high-dosage vicadin.
It took away the pain, but caused extreme nausea whenever I sat or stood up. So I was bedridden all of Tuesday. Mother folk called my doctor who said I should take a different, weaker painkiller which helped the nausea, but, well, didn't kill the pain as well.
Wednesday I saw said doctor and was told to check back into the ER because my white blood cell count was rising and they weren't 100% sure my nausea was caused by the vicadin. They kept me overnight--another full 24 hours of hospital food. I got out around 3pm today.
I'm feeling better, aside from my face burning from eczema complications (I do hope medicine develops a non-steroid pill with the strength of steroidal eczema medication soon). My Physics professor doesn't want me to drop the course, so I might only be dropping COMS100--still need to hear from Statistics teacher. Which will mean 4 classes to catch up a month of work in over the course of, er, a week and a half.
Life really hasn't been much worse for me. Now more than ever would be a nice time to have a sweet, honest, trustworthy voice to hear from--outside my family which has helped me tremendously over the last month of hellish outcome. This was the darkest February I've faced.
Deflating.
Monday night, my chest (specifically my left side, near my heart) was in tremendous pain when I breathed in or out. At its worst, it felt like a gunshot wound. So I was taken back to the ER around 12:15 on Tuesday morning where, after four and a half hours of various tests, they sent me home with high-dosage vicadin.
It took away the pain, but caused extreme nausea whenever I sat or stood up. So I was bedridden all of Tuesday. Mother folk called my doctor who said I should take a different, weaker painkiller which helped the nausea, but, well, didn't kill the pain as well.
Wednesday I saw said doctor and was told to check back into the ER because my white blood cell count was rising and they weren't 100% sure my nausea was caused by the vicadin. They kept me overnight--another full 24 hours of hospital food. I got out around 3pm today.
I'm feeling better, aside from my face burning from eczema complications (I do hope medicine develops a non-steroid pill with the strength of steroidal eczema medication soon). My Physics professor doesn't want me to drop the course, so I might only be dropping COMS100--still need to hear from Statistics teacher. Which will mean 4 classes to catch up a month of work in over the course of, er, a week and a half.
Life really hasn't been much worse for me. Now more than ever would be a nice time to have a sweet, honest, trustworthy voice to hear from--outside my family which has helped me tremendously over the last month of hellish outcome. This was the darkest February I've faced.
Deflating.
posted by SJ at 3/10/2005 09:51:00 PM
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