My hospital stay part B -- my first visitor

*I had voted for the very first time Tuesday, and now am so happy that the person I voted for had won! Yay, no more Bush!!*

Because I was so dehydrated and was really wanting something to drink, they had given Chuck some ice chips and sponges that I could suck on for water. I was doing just fine with this special diet, I wasn't getting sick or anything. A couple of hours later a male nurse came up to me and asked how I was doing. I told him how thirsty I was and that my lips were extremely dry! He disappeared for a few minutes and came back and put something in my IV. He then told me that he wasn't supposed to give me anything but he had some more ice chips to give me. He gave me one spoonful of ice and I threw it up. He took the ice away and had a bunch of different other nurses come in to help me clean up.

I was also having trouble with my heart/pulse rate beating too fast during this time (which was causing a lot of confusion because my blood pressure was extremely low and all of the medicine they could find me to lower my heart rate would also lower my blood pressure). They had found some medicine to lower my heart rate wich also causes nausea, but the nurse didn't put two and two together and instead took away the ice chips saying that is what made me throw up. So here I am thirsty as h*ll and I couldn't have any water. The one thing I really didn't understand was that for the past several hours Chuck had been giving me ice and I hadn't gotten sick! A couple of hours later a female nurse came in and put some more medicine in my IV. A few minutes later I started having dry heaves, they finally looked into it and found out that it also causes nausea so they gave me some water and never gave me that medicine again.

While I was in the ER Chuck had called his family and mine to tell them what had happened and where I was. They then moved me to a room in the intensive care. The room was very familiar and I asked Chuck if this was the same room his mother was in after her suicide attempt. He had left to talk to the doctor and call his brother. The doctor didn't know for sure what was wrong they thought maybe I had had a stroke at first but I was moving around, so they just figure I had some sort of virus... I keep telling Chuck that I must have had West Nile! Chuck had come back and told me that his mom was on her way up. I was not really thrilled over this news, but hey what could I do? I do not know how she knew I was in the hospital, I think Ken had told his mawmaw (Sharon's mom) and she in turn called Sharon.

The visit went just fine. She had come with a friend of hers... I didn't know nor have I ever seen this woman before... but her friend spent most of the visit in her vehicle. She also thought the room was the same room that she was in. Chuck had told both of us that she was in the room next door, right across from the nurses station and my room was across from the door. Sharon left to go home after visiting for 30 minutes. I am so glad that she didn't say something stupid and start an argument.

Day one of my hospital visit -- part A

I felt fine all day on Thursday, the 28th of June. Then Chuck made us pizza for dinner and then minutes later I threw it up. I was throwing up so much that I was starting to vomit up nothing but stomach acid! Friday morning I was extremely dehydrated and when Chuck got me some water I threw that up too! That is when we checked my blood sugar and it was really high and we decided to bring me to the ER.

My husband and I live in a really small town and there is no hospital around here. The hospital is in the next town over, more than 13 miles away. Since my sugar was super high, I was really tired and kept nodding off (whenever your sugar is high sleep is the best way to lower it) but Chuck wouldn't let me sleep. It took me a while but now I understand the reason why. He was afraid that if I fell asleep he may not be able to wake me back up... as has happened before. Man, that drive seemed to have taken forever! I kept telling him to drive faster because I wanted to go to sleep.

Once I arrived they put me in a bed right away. The bed was one of those that takes your weight at the same time and I thought that was cool because I had had no way to weigh myself before. Chuck would weigh himself and then would hold me and figure out my weight that way. We did it that way sometime in January and we figured that I was 119lbs. and since then I am sure that I have put on some more weight. After the doctors had asked me some questions they looked at my weight and said aloud "Wow, only 105"! Boy, talk about losing tons of weight!! Just takes throwing up everything all night long. They did ask me when I had my last period and I honestly told them that I hadn't had one since early May, so when they took some blood they also did a pregnancy test. It was negative of course.