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This past weekend in the morning I was feeling a bit nauseous and bloated, but as the day went on both days it seemed to go away. But then Monday I was off and around 8 am I started feeling very nauseous but I kept busy with working on stamps and then I did some weed whacking in my ditch and then talked to my neighbors for a bit. When I came home I tried to eat lunch and took a nap. Before this I blew my nose and it was solid white stuff coming out, which worried me. At 2 pm I woke up and threw up my sandwich along with a-lot of phlegm. And within some time it just got worse, I threw up more of what I ate, along with a mucus pill that I took just that morning - the whole thing. Before long I was feeling so dizzy, hot and cold, shaky and it was hard to think. I knew my parents were busy, so I couldn't ask them for help. But I asked my boyfriend who was working but he would try to get out to me soon if I needed him to. Then I tried my sister and she was able to take me to an urgent care.
We left and when I got there they were convinced it was covid. To the point they were rude and distressful, cutting me off when I would try to explain the phlegm and my history with having bad sinuses. My ability to focus was bad, I couldn't answer their questions right and the nurse was one of the worst people I have ever dealt with in the medical field. period. I tried explaining it could be covid but it could also be something else. Nope. Covid was all I had was their response. They took a covid test, had me lay down and deeply rubbed my stomach a bit too hard and gave me medication for my nausea before they sent me on my way. I was disgusted. And disappointed. Their attitudes towards me were unprofessional. To say the least.
Then I promised my sister to get her some gas since she brought me there so last minute as a way to say thank you. We were out of the car for a few minutes when I started throwing up again. Basically dry heaving. Then I felt like I collapsed in the parking lot. I told her I felt like I was drying. It was hard to do anything at that point. Anna got me into the car and we went to the emergency room.
There they were saints compared to the urgent care down the street. They got me a heated blanket, took all sorts of tests like a chest x-ray, CT scan of my stomach, an EKG, bloodwork, urine and gave me an IV.
Slowly all my tests came back negative (even the covid one! Go figure!) but then we found out with my blood work my white blood cells were fighting something off inside my body. Okay - this makes sense.
Finally my results came back from the last text, my CT scan. The doctor was very confused when she told me I had cellulitis in my bellybutton area. That's where the pain was coming from mainly. We looked over my bellybutton and nothing. Everything looked fine. So this was the begging stages. I never heard of this before but when I looked it up usually it happens on someone's arm or leg. But here it was for me in this weird place. We aren't sure how or why. But I go to see the doctor for a follow-up late this morning.
Luckily Mike was able to pick me up and spend the night and we ended up getting my other medication the next morning. I feel blessed to have those around me in my life that were able to help. During probably the sickest I've ever been.
I still have some stomach pain and I still have a bit of tiredness but I think that is from the medication. And probably because of antibiotics and medication they gave me has a side effect of diarrhea. I haven't had a solid bowel movement since early Monday morning. I'm hoping this goes away since I need to be on the antibiotics for the cellulitis for a total of ten days.
But yeah.. that's how the start of my week has been going... I do plan on writing more and getting caught up with everyone's entries soon. Maybe tonight I will spare an hour or two and do some reading to catch up with you all. This really goes to show that you never know what hand you'll get in life. I'm glad we figured it out and I'm glad it's hopefully over and done with.
We left and when I got there they were convinced it was covid. To the point they were rude and distressful, cutting me off when I would try to explain the phlegm and my history with having bad sinuses. My ability to focus was bad, I couldn't answer their questions right and the nurse was one of the worst people I have ever dealt with in the medical field. period. I tried explaining it could be covid but it could also be something else. Nope. Covid was all I had was their response. They took a covid test, had me lay down and deeply rubbed my stomach a bit too hard and gave me medication for my nausea before they sent me on my way. I was disgusted. And disappointed. Their attitudes towards me were unprofessional. To say the least.
Then I promised my sister to get her some gas since she brought me there so last minute as a way to say thank you. We were out of the car for a few minutes when I started throwing up again. Basically dry heaving. Then I felt like I collapsed in the parking lot. I told her I felt like I was drying. It was hard to do anything at that point. Anna got me into the car and we went to the emergency room.
There they were saints compared to the urgent care down the street. They got me a heated blanket, took all sorts of tests like a chest x-ray, CT scan of my stomach, an EKG, bloodwork, urine and gave me an IV.
Slowly all my tests came back negative (even the covid one! Go figure!) but then we found out with my blood work my white blood cells were fighting something off inside my body. Okay - this makes sense.
Finally my results came back from the last text, my CT scan. The doctor was very confused when she told me I had cellulitis in my bellybutton area. That's where the pain was coming from mainly. We looked over my bellybutton and nothing. Everything looked fine. So this was the begging stages. I never heard of this before but when I looked it up usually it happens on someone's arm or leg. But here it was for me in this weird place. We aren't sure how or why. But I go to see the doctor for a follow-up late this morning.
Luckily Mike was able to pick me up and spend the night and we ended up getting my other medication the next morning. I feel blessed to have those around me in my life that were able to help. During probably the sickest I've ever been.
I still have some stomach pain and I still have a bit of tiredness but I think that is from the medication. And probably because of antibiotics and medication they gave me has a side effect of diarrhea. I haven't had a solid bowel movement since early Monday morning. I'm hoping this goes away since I need to be on the antibiotics for the cellulitis for a total of ten days.
But yeah.. that's how the start of my week has been going... I do plan on writing more and getting caught up with everyone's entries soon. Maybe tonight I will spare an hour or two and do some reading to catch up with you all. This really goes to show that you never know what hand you'll get in life. I'm glad we figured it out and I'm glad it's hopefully over and done with.
