Thursday Through Sunday Continued

On Wednesday when I got blood drawn to check my blood count, they told us they would call us the next day with the results. We never got a call. So my mom called them on Friday to check on it and they didn't have the results yet. they said they may be on the doctors desk who looked at me and she wasn't in that day. So we called back the next day and once again, they had nothing for us.

My day had actually started with me waking up and not feeling well at all. I had a high fever and had to go sit in front of one of the fans to try to keep cool, but was still profusely sweating. My tonsils were hurting more than they ever had. My mom had told me we were going to go back to the doctors the day before, so I didn't want to take any Tylenol so they could get the full symptoms of what I'm going through. I finally decided it was late enough that I could go wake my mom up and ask to go see the doctor. So I did and the second my mom looked at me, she scolded me for not waking her up sooner. Apparently I looked pretty bad.

Because I was getting even worse, my mom decided it was back to the doctors office for me. We got there and found out it was a 2 hour wait and because I wasn't very coherent and getting worse, my mom decided we were going to go to the Emergency Room. After about 5 minutes of waiting in the Emergency Room, my dad called to tell us that the doctors office FINALLY got back to us with the results and informed him that my blood count was extremely off and that I should get to the Emergency Room right away. Awesome. Good thing they told us that 2 days ago. And it was a really good thing we were there already.

My hospital experience was one of the most traumatizing things I've ever gone through. I got there and my temperature continued to rise. The first people who took my vitals were fine. They were nice and the lady even had a child who had gotten mono so she was pretty sympathetic. I was so out of it though I didn't really care that much. We got back to the room where I was going to be poked and prodded once again and I had to put on a gown. Fortunately I got to keep my pants on. This is where the torture began.