what i did last week

I'd like this to be a good week, because last week was not. It was mainly one thing, but it was mainly one thing that lasted an entire week.

On Sunday I woke up and felt sort of.. tired. Sorta lower on energy than normal. And as the day went on, I had less and less energy. I just didn't want to do anything. And then I started getting cold. Really, really cold. Cold like.. wearing long sleeves, jeans, and a sweatshirt, had my hood up, and was under 2 blankets- (and still cold) kind of cold.

Monday it got worse. Back and forth between fever and chills. Over and over- all day long. Then there was the vomiting. Not being able to eat. Not being able to keep anything down. Not even little sips of water.

Twenty-four hours later I was done. I didn't care if Jason took me to the walk-in clinic (my doctor was out of appointments) or the emergency room.. I just wanted someone to help me. I just said that I really didn't like the idea of being up-right. And off to hospital we went. Finally.

I didn't have to wait too long. Probably. Really, it felt like forever- because I was feeling worse. The nurse tried over and over and over to get my blood pressure, but I was just shaking too much for the machine to get a reading. She did it on her own and didn't like the results.. too high. Or the results of my temperature.. too low.

And off they sent me for blood work. Where my body proceeded to not take it well. However, it took awhile to get someone to pay attention to me. When they did? Back to where I was to.. finally.. lay down.

My "emergency" got upgraded to a more urgent level and I was hooked up to an IV. (Dehydrated.) And moved right into the heart of the emergency room. Including being in the room next door to an inmate handcuffed to his bed.. guarded by three men with guns.

And there I stayed for the next five or six hours. Until finally they let me go home- only to call me at 6am the next day to tell me I had to go back.