Awww! Thanks for the support guys. It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.
That, or another bad medication reaction.
Woo! Helluva couple weeks I've been having.
Thanksgiving week starts out with me getting a fever. Had some of the worst nights of my life trying to sleep, couldn't eat jack squat on T-day. Those who know me close know that not me not being able to eat much of anything is a downright travesty in and of itself.
Like Eric said, I hung with him the next day, had a fun, got three games from Gamestop:
Duke Nukem 64,
F-Zero X (N64) and
WWF Wrestlemania: The Arcade Game (Genesis/Megadrive). He got himself
MGS3: Snake Eater. We hunted some monkeys, slits some throats... good fun. I think this was the night I had a shot of some generic-brand Nyquil...
The next morning (Saturday), I notice some rash on the inside of my thighs. It doesn't itch or hurt at all, but I'm concerned, of course. We go to the doc, where he doesn't have much to say of the rash, but puts me on an antibiotic for the respiratory infection (read, cough cough cough). Took a pill, took it easy, played some games. I noticed my left knee was cold and my legs had a slight ache. I go downstairs to print out some material for a research paper (which I still need to get to), and notice the pain in my legs and feet getting worse. I chat, post on the forums, print out the stuff, hobble upstairs and eventually to bed.
At 3 in the morning (Sunday), I wake up, my legs still in pain. I need to use the bathroom, but it hurts
so freakin' bad to try walking. I grab my baseball bat and try to use it as a cane to go ten feet to the bathroom; I sit down and am ready to pass out. At this point, I'm a bit concerned. The most I can do at this hour, I figure, is just to lay down on the couch downstairs and let mom see me when she wakes up. So, I slid my butt down the stairs and hobbled to the couch. No matter how I laid, my left foot hurt.
I did eventually get to sleep, waking up to mom asking "What's wrong?" I explain to her my predicament, she schedules a doctor's appointment ASAP. I couldn't put shoes on my feet, it would've made me awful uncomfortable, so I had to traverse in my socks via crutches. It'd been raining something awful the night before, so my right foot (the one I could still walk on to an extent) got cold and wet.
We get to the doc, he helps us arrange to get me into Christiana hospital; just have to go home and wait for a call before we depart. As soon as I lay down, of course, the guy from Christiana calls and I gotta get up again. Needless to say, I was pretty miserable Sunday morning; I just wanted a bed.
We get to the hospital, I hobble on in. I hadn't eaten anything yet and that antibiotic must've whupped my butt; it was wearing me out to get around on the crutches. Mom and I go to elevators and head up. We get out and there are some double doors which we were told to go through, but I
had to point out this "Emergency Exit Only" sign on it, so we go the other way. It became apparent that it wasn't where I was supposed to be going; lotsa old people. At this point, I am just
out of it; I'm dizzy, weak and need a seat, fast. Mom asks someone where we're supposed to be going. "Oh, you gotta go through those double-doors back there." Now I'm miserable, dizzy, weak, and ticked. Mom asks if we can get a wheelchair for me. "They're downstairs in the lobby."
*Twitch*. Mom goes off to get one and I sit down. I just wanted a bed.
Mom comes back, I'm carted off to my room, and I flop down on the bed. Thank God.
The hospital wasn't bad at all. The first day was kinda rough, but it was a pretty enjoyable stay. The food flat-out kicked ass, it got my appetite back (a-freakin'-men). Shoot, if good food was the only thing going for that place, I still would've had a great time.
The nurses and docs checked me out, asked questions, did this an' that... you know, hospital stuff. It all turns out that the rash and my legs going sore and swollen could've been caused by some generic-brand Nyquil I had some nights before. How that works, I dunno; it's never caused me trouble before.
I got out Wednesday; I would've posted here earlier, but there was a power outage that knocked out our internet access for a bit. I'm up an walkin', STILL have a damned cough, though, and I really gotta get to work on a research paper. Back to the real world (
*ugh*).
So, in the words of Bender,
I'm back, baby.
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