Doctors

After the nurses were finally done torturing me with needles and swabs and everything else, we were left alone in the room for a while. By that time my dad had gotten to the hospital as well. Despite how uncomfortable that hospital bed was, I managed to fall asleep til the doctor came in. he confirmed that I had mono and told us I didn't have tonsillitis or strep throat. He also told us my blood count was extremely high, but it's still in the realm that he doesn't think I would need to be emitted. He said I wasn't dehydrated but I could be drinking more and that would help. All I could do was take Tylenol and drink and wait it out. We asked him about my tonsils and if I would have to get them taken out because the tissue was dying and he told us that he wasn't sure but if I did, no one would operate on me for another 6 to 8 months because they would want to make sure the mono isn't going to act up.

After all that they finally unhooked me and let me go home where I passed out for the rest of the day. The doctor had told us that he talked to our family doctor and had set up a follow-up appointment to make sure the blood count and everything was going down.

The day came where I had to go back to the doctors office to check everything out. I was finally feeling a little better. Not much, but a little and the fever had gone down significantly. We found out that in a week and a half I had lost 13 pounds. The doctor wasn't really much help. My tonsils were going down and I wasn't really feeling nauseous anymore, but I did still have no appetite. She just told us that would come back and that I had to go to the lab to get blood drawn. My first thought was damn it. Get ready for pain. This is gonna suck and I don't wanna go through all of it again.

Of course when I got back there I was already freaked out. The lady took one look at my arms and asked what the people at the hospital did to me. I told her they tortured me. She couldn't draw blood from a vein if it was burst or collapsed, which is indicated by the bruises, and they did that to all the veins they could get to except one. I was lucky that this lady was a vein wizard because it only took her one try to get to that one vein. I asked if I could get blood drawn there every time. She said of course. And before I knew it, we were out of there and back home where I could sleep again.