I wasn’t feeling the greatest on Friday evening when my dear friend Laurie was over and I jokingly said to her, “Maybe I’ll feel really crummy on Monday so I can have a sick day…” We giggled and went about the rest of our girl talk.
However a few hours later the giggling about getting a sick day turned into a miserable night of shivering, aches, and a fever. I went to bed with a fever of about 101 and then woke up in the middle of the night completely overheated and blazin’ hot. I took my temperature and it was just over 103 degrees so I quickly threw off the blankets but shivered the rest of the night and just felt crummy.
Greg was out of town and was scheduled to arrive back home around 11:30 on Saturday morning….my fever and chills turned into an extremely sore throat so I thought about running over to the Minute Clinic to get a strep test but then decided to wait for Greg. I was feeling crummy and I wanted the company. A few minutes after Greg got back we headed to the clinic and this is where the story gets really interesting…
The nurse swabbed my throat (HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE feeling) and I started feeling nauseous because I was gagging from the q-tip down my throat. The nauseous feeling turned into dizzy and light-headed as she was trying to get a good reading on my blood pressure. Within a few tries of her trying to read my BP I knew I was going to pass out, so I told her…I laid back in the chair and the last thing I remember is her asking who was here with me…I told her Greg, and then I blacked out. It wasn’t for very long, but in the time that I was out I had what felt like some weird LOST-like dreams (that simply means we’ve been watching way too much of that show) and then I saw Greg’s face and felt him holding my hand and I heard the nurse calling 911.
Before I knew it there were 2 firemen, a police office, and 2 paramedics all filing into the small clinic room. By this time I was feeling much better, and things were clear in my head…they had me lay down for a bit, took some vitals and then recommended that I go to the ER. The reason being was this: Strep throat made my temperature soar….the high temperature dehyrated me….the dehydration lead to super low blood pressure…and the low blood pressure lead to me passing out. They wanted me to go to the ER to get some fluids to re-hydrate me and to monitor my blood pressure.
Greg felt ok driving me to the ER (and I couldn’t even stand the thought of an ambulance bill) so we drove over, and got check in. Within minutes they had an IV in my arm, were drawing blood, and had fluids starting. It was really a pretty big ordeal for something that should have been so easy (strep test). But after a few hours of fluids being pumped through my arm, and a much better BP (still not perfect, but much better) they sent me home….with only this bracelet (and the anticipation of a hospital bill) in hand:
I rested at home on Saturday evening and all day Sunday….I drank lots of fluids, took my Strep Meds, and napped several times. It really wasn’t a very fun experience (and it’s not still all the way over…since I need to do another test to monitor my low blood pressure) but I was happy to have Greg with me and to have the opportunity to just lay low. Greg was a saint and waited on me hand and foot….he was by my side the whole weekend, cooking meals, forcing me to drink water, getting my meds, and making a DQ run to soothe my poor little throat….
Look at all those sprinkles….he even worked his magic at DQ and was able to get “extra sprinkles” for me since that was my big request (probably bad request cause the sprinkles hurt my throat)….
So yes, I did get my sick day, and lots of ice cream….the only 2 good things about being a sick lady!