So as you can probably guess I'm sick. It has been a crazy time leading up to this point.
So Friday, after Spanish class in the morning I had a few hours (4) of downtime before my next class. I ended up falling asleep. I woke up in time for class and realized something was amiss. My head was throbbing. This is something completely new for me. I have never really had a headache before. I didn't know what to do or how to cope. So I went to class and suffered the entire time.
I came home and attempted to start to sleep it off. I made it about an hour before I remembered a friend was taking me to walmart soon and I had to go meet him. I walked down to the basement to find four of the guys getting ready to leave. They were going to KFC. Not just any KFC. The one in Greenville because it has a buffet. I was in before Scott finished the sentence. Off we went, and I texted the other guy that I wasn't going with him anymore to Walmart.
So off we go. And go. and go. Nobody knows where we're going. So I break out my phone for navigating. No service. Another guy breaks out his, service but we miss a turn, he loses service in time for recalculating. Now Greenville is in the direction of where I live. I know at least how to get home. And I know I will have service if we go this way. earlier it had been asked if 27 was the same as 127, and being sarcastic me, I said, "yeah just with a 1 in front.." There was discrepancies but finally we just turn around and go back into Oxford to go the route I know and my phone gets service enough that we can follow it.
An hour later we finally get to KFC. 3 plates each, we head back. My headache can't decide if it wants to throb or subside. I sleep the entire ride home on Chris's back. We get back to Oxford a little after 8 and I stumble upstairs and basically just spend the rest of the night half asleep, half awake.
The next morning, I wake up with the headache still, and cold shivers like a drug addict. I took my temp and it' was over 100. Great. Just 101 so not too bad. Yet. I work on sleeping it off, and posting my hours. Around 10am I decide maybe I should go to the clinic. So I text the one person that tells me to text her for these things. She doesn't respond for 4 hours, because she's in rehearsal. Around 2, I recheck my temp and it's at 102.2. I think that it's probably time to really get to the clinic. that's across the campus. I wrap myself in a blanket and waddle downstairs to the basement. As I had hoped a few of the guys are all gathered down there. I ask them if one of them can give me a ride. After about ten minutes, Scot says he will and off we go. He drops me at the clinic and I tell him to go back home, cause I don't know how long it will take, and I can just text Jenna when I need a ride back.
He leaves, and I go to the door. This is when I learn the heard truth. The clinic is closed on weekends. They give a number for a hospital. The number is disconnected. Seriously?? I don't have a number for Scot and I don't know where the hospital is. I text Jenna asking her and after a while she sends Scot back to get me. I'm passed out on the sidewalk wrapped up in my blanket by time he gets there. He drops me at the hospital and we go through the same drill. Good thing too. I'm there for hours.
So I get in there and they send me to the urgent car/emergency room area. There's quite a few people there, and not even students. I have to fill out all this stuff, as I've never been there before and have to go wait. I find one of the last chairs and realize I'm very thirsty. I spied a vending machine and go for it. All they have is pop, which I don't drink, and only take money, which I don't have. Only a credit card. I go back to my seat defeated, to find some girls had come in, and taken it. I lean up against a wall and just sit down, wrapped in my blanket.
I only have to wait like 10 minutes or so, before the nurse calls me in. She takes my blood pressure and everything, and while going through the questions, she gives me a death look when I say there's no chance I'm pregnant. I mean, really? A death look? Do I look like someone that's sleeping around? Is it just because I'm a student at Miami? What could really constitute that look?
In the end she gives me some pills and sends me to another room. Another nurse comes in and has me change into a gown. I don't know how many of you have had this experience of changing into a hospital gown, but alone and sick and shivering, it's next to impossible. there's like a string on the bottom and on at the top for tying, something's like folding, I can't get passed my hair, I was all stages of lost. Bows kept untying, so I had to just double knot it. I crawled into the bed, which was a lot more comfortable than I was expecting, and just waited for the nurse to come back.
After some breathing tests and stuff, and some water, the doctor comes in and announces they want to test me for influenza. This is the only thing he thinks it could be. Influenza. He's stumped because I'm not throwing up nor frequenting the bathroom. So of course it could be influenza... To test for influenza, they have to stick this extra long Q-tip up farther in my nose, than anything should be. Not just stick it up there, but twist it around and everything for a while. This freaking hurts! I wanted to cry. Then, they also want a urine sample, to test for something else.
I'm not to down with the sample but it's gotta be done. Luckily, the hardest part was walking to the bathroom in a gown trying not to flash anyone. I then get to play the waiting game and even fall asleep for a while. Both tests come out negative so they decide I just have a virus and come back if I throw up green stuff. Um, what?? Throwing up green stuff. Are they experiencing a lot of this right now?? Are other people throwing up green stuff in other rooms at this moment? Is it radioactive? What's going on? But anyway, they tell me to buy Motricine or Advil and send me off.
Scot comes and gets me, takes me to Walgreens and I spend the rest of the weekend in bed. Monday's looking the same. My fever only goes down when I'm drugged, but not being a natural drug taker, I never remember to take them, until I'm shivering with a fever again. It's a horrible cycle. Let's see how long it lasts.
An hour later we finally get to KFC. 3 plates each, we head back. My headache can't decide if it wants to throb or subside. I sleep the entire ride home on Chris's back. We get back to Oxford a little after 8 and I stumble upstairs and basically just spend the rest of the night half asleep, half awake.
The next morning, I wake up with the headache still, and cold shivers like a drug addict. I took my temp and it' was over 100. Great. Just 101 so not too bad. Yet. I work on sleeping it off, and posting my hours. Around 10am I decide maybe I should go to the clinic. So I text the one person that tells me to text her for these things. She doesn't respond for 4 hours, because she's in rehearsal. Around 2, I recheck my temp and it's at 102.2. I think that it's probably time to really get to the clinic. that's across the campus. I wrap myself in a blanket and waddle downstairs to the basement. As I had hoped a few of the guys are all gathered down there. I ask them if one of them can give me a ride. After about ten minutes, Scot says he will and off we go. He drops me at the clinic and I tell him to go back home, cause I don't know how long it will take, and I can just text Jenna when I need a ride back.
He leaves, and I go to the door. This is when I learn the heard truth. The clinic is closed on weekends. They give a number for a hospital. The number is disconnected. Seriously?? I don't have a number for Scot and I don't know where the hospital is. I text Jenna asking her and after a while she sends Scot back to get me. I'm passed out on the sidewalk wrapped up in my blanket by time he gets there. He drops me at the hospital and we go through the same drill. Good thing too. I'm there for hours.
So I get in there and they send me to the urgent car/emergency room area. There's quite a few people there, and not even students. I have to fill out all this stuff, as I've never been there before and have to go wait. I find one of the last chairs and realize I'm very thirsty. I spied a vending machine and go for it. All they have is pop, which I don't drink, and only take money, which I don't have. Only a credit card. I go back to my seat defeated, to find some girls had come in, and taken it. I lean up against a wall and just sit down, wrapped in my blanket.
I only have to wait like 10 minutes or so, before the nurse calls me in. She takes my blood pressure and everything, and while going through the questions, she gives me a death look when I say there's no chance I'm pregnant. I mean, really? A death look? Do I look like someone that's sleeping around? Is it just because I'm a student at Miami? What could really constitute that look?
In the end she gives me some pills and sends me to another room. Another nurse comes in and has me change into a gown. I don't know how many of you have had this experience of changing into a hospital gown, but alone and sick and shivering, it's next to impossible. there's like a string on the bottom and on at the top for tying, something's like folding, I can't get passed my hair, I was all stages of lost. Bows kept untying, so I had to just double knot it. I crawled into the bed, which was a lot more comfortable than I was expecting, and just waited for the nurse to come back.
After some breathing tests and stuff, and some water, the doctor comes in and announces they want to test me for influenza. This is the only thing he thinks it could be. Influenza. He's stumped because I'm not throwing up nor frequenting the bathroom. So of course it could be influenza... To test for influenza, they have to stick this extra long Q-tip up farther in my nose, than anything should be. Not just stick it up there, but twist it around and everything for a while. This freaking hurts! I wanted to cry. Then, they also want a urine sample, to test for something else.
I'm not to down with the sample but it's gotta be done. Luckily, the hardest part was walking to the bathroom in a gown trying not to flash anyone. I then get to play the waiting game and even fall asleep for a while. Both tests come out negative so they decide I just have a virus and come back if I throw up green stuff. Um, what?? Throwing up green stuff. Are they experiencing a lot of this right now?? Are other people throwing up green stuff in other rooms at this moment? Is it radioactive? What's going on? But anyway, they tell me to buy Motricine or Advil and send me off.
Scot comes and gets me, takes me to Walgreens and I spend the rest of the weekend in bed. Monday's looking the same. My fever only goes down when I'm drugged, but not being a natural drug taker, I never remember to take them, until I'm shivering with a fever again. It's a horrible cycle. Let's see how long it lasts.
Ohhh...poor Sofia--at least you still have your sense of humor :)
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