The tests didn’t go exactly to plan and I ended up in hospital for a lot longer than I thought I would be…
I felt really ill on Thursday morning when I arrived at the hospital, but the nurses all said it was normal and we were good to go, so they gave me a sedative and did the tests. I woke up in recovery a few hours later feeling like shit, I kind of felt worse than I thought I would feel, but again they insisted I was fine and gave me something to drink, which I managed to keep it down until the ride home when I threw it all up again. I thought it would be only once and didn’t really worry about it because I thought they had given me some anti-nausea medication that I requested, (I always throw up for hours and hours after sedation) but as it turns out I never got it.
When I got home I drank a bit more water and slept for a bit, but I woke up throwing up again and I couldn’t keep anything down and I knew I was getting dehydrated because I had hardly any urine output, a dry mouth and throat and I was lethargic. For some reason it only takes me a few hours to get to a severely dehydrated point.
I went to the hospitalâ€™s emergency department at about 6pm. The nurses didn’t think too much of me and gave me a hydralyte icy pole, which made me want to throw up with every lick I took. I could only take a few licks even though I took some Zofran Zydis (aka Ondansetron, which was left over from my last hospital stay in February) earlier, it didn’t seem to help at all. Three hours later I was still sitting there battling the urge to throw up air, I guess, since there was nothing else for me to throw up, the nurse finally got me to do a ketone test and it showed my ketones were terribly low, suddenly I was rushed in, given a bed and put on a glucose drip. The doctor was there within a few minutes said I was severely dehydrated and I had to stay the night on a few bags of fluids, he also gave me some Stemital and it helped my nausea.
I was moved to observation at about 10pm and the doctor said I’d get a good nights rest. I didn’t. I was wide awake for hours, I couldnâ€™t sleep because I was dizzy even when I laid down, my heart was palpitating and I felt like I was in shock and confused. All I could think was that I wanted to go home, I had to go home, right there and then. I told the nurse and she took my pulse and blood pressure; my pulse rate was high and my blood pressure was low, she paged the doctor who said it was just the dehydration and sedative I was given causing it. I told them I wanted to go home and they said I couldn’t and that I’d come back in critical if I did.
I laid there for what felt like months, I was counting the seconds with the snores of my room mates, three of them had distinct snores and each snore cycle was 5 seconds, “Why can they sleep and I can’t?” I thought. I kept thinking that I should just pull the IV out, walk out of there and catch a bus home, which is hilarious now, but really sounded plausible at the time. I must have been delirious, because my mind was racing with thoughts, the majority of which were about TV show theme songs.
Fuck you Paris Hilton, you’re shows theme song made my night hell. 😐
Finally at about 5am I got about an hours sleep and when I woke up my heart and blood pressure were back to normal, I wasn’t dizzy anymore or confused, I could drink water without battling myself to throw it back up, and I could walk (assisted) to the bathroom, which was a major improvement from earlier that night. When I went to the bathroom I remembered how I told the nurse I wanted to go home earlier and asked her if I was dreaming or if I really did say that, she said I did say it and we laughed about it.
I slept for another hour or so and was woken abruptly by the breakfast lady who tried to offer me apple juice, I politely declined and told her I was concentrating on water at the moment. I kept drinking water because I knew they wouldn’t release me that morning if I wasn’t drinking and I had drunk about a litre by the time the doctor came around at 9pm. He said I had made a major improvement and was happy to see me drinking again, he then told me I could go home and to take the Zofran Zydis for a few days until the nausea settles down. I left about 10am on Friday morning, happy to be going home to my own comfy pillows and leaving behind the 5 second snore cycles.
It’s now about 7pm on Saturday and I still feel very weak and tried, but I’m slowly getting there. A few days of rest and I should be good. I get the results in a few weeks, they better have found something or Iâ€™ll be really pissed off that I had to go through so much for nothing.
I guess I could have requested a drip during the test, but they didn’t even give me the anti-nausea medication I requested, so I doubt they would have given me a drip. 😕