Walking Pnemonia

Hey Everyone,

I am still alive. I know sometimes it seems like i have dropped off the face of earth, but i havent. I have had a lot of stuff go on this past week though. This is supposibly my spring break, and I have pretty much spent it sitting in the hospital. Not fun. I have never been admitted in the hospital as an adult and i hope to never be back in there. It is not fun, and actually pretty miserable. I had a bunch of people come and visit me, which made me feel really happy inside. Let me recall what happened.

Thurday:
Thursday I had a dentists appointment but was starting to feel a little sick that afternoon so i talked to my mom about calling and getting me a drs appointment for the same day. they couldnt get me in so i got it for friday. My dental hygenist told me of course, i need to start flossing more. I have to get my wisdom teeth taken out soon and i need to get a retainer so i dont grind my teeth down. Apparently I grind my teeth a whole lot and its not looking good. I cant tell though.

Friday:
Went to the doctor. That morning took a test and then went to work and then went to the doctor. Wasnt feeling to well, and everyone asked me why i was at work, and i told them, because i wanted to go see vanilla ice that night and didnt want to hear anyone complain about me calling in for work. The doctor took one look at me and told me i needed to be admitted in, because he thinks i have pnemonia. My temperature was at 100, which is high for me. I never run temperature. I get to the hospitol at about 7:00pm, they admitt me in instantly. I have to sign a bunch of release form. They take my blood and put an IV in my arm. At that point, i knew that i was theres until that IV was out of my arm. It hurt. Im a whoosie and hate needles. I instantly wanted to go home. Later that night, they come in and tell me that i tested positive for a microplasma and was put into respitory isolation. Moreless i had pnemonia and it was highly contagious.

Saturday: Mom went home. She was just upsetting me so much just complaining about this and that. I understood that she just wanted me to be well, but complaining about my situation, wasnt making me feel better about it. I didnt want to be there either. Will stayed with me that night. It was really sweet. He didnt have too, but i was glad that he was there.

Sunday: Doctor came in and saw me. Said that I will probably be released on tueday. Was ready to go right then, the nurses bothered me every 3 hours and i never hardly got any sleep. It sucked. I was more exhausted there then i was at home.

Monday: Just watched TV pretty much all day. Couldnt wait until the next day. Got into it with my nurses because she woke me up at 12:30AM to give me my medicine that was suppose to be given to me at 10pm. She turned on every light in the room, and told me it was MY fault i didnt get my medicine earlier. I flipped out. It really made me mad. She didnt flush out my IV before she hooked me, just hooked me up and left. She told me that she didnt understand why i was so mad, because she wasnt in my shoes. I had never wanted to hit someone in their face so much.

Tuesday: Was released at 9:30AM! I was so happy. I came home and went straight to sleep. Went to walmart and got my medicine and then went to eat with Will and his parents.

Yesterday was pretty much a blurr. My medicine makes me sick and i still have tons of homework to do and turn in…VERY SOON! So yeah. This is my springbreak. I have spent it pretty much doing nothing but sitting. Bed sores are cool.

Next weekend i have a new member retreat with my soriety. Its going to be fun! Im excited about it=)

-Court