This week did not go how I expected it too... at all. If you know me, I never miss a class let alone an exam. This week I had to miss not only one class, but 3, as well as a calc exam! On Monday night my face broke out in a small rash, of course the night of my big business presentation! After calling the doctor and him giving me some medicine, my presentation went really well, but my rash not so much. It continued to get worse even with the medicine and when I woke up Thursday morning to find it on my tongue while I was on brushing my teeth my mom called the doctor immediately.
Let me pause for a moment to say how wonderful my mom is. She drove back and forth from my college FIVE times in the past week and a half. That's an hour and 15 minutes each way. She missed some work for me and did everything she could to make me as safe as I could be. She's really great!!
Okay so anyway, I went to class while my mom waited to call the doctor. She called me during class to let me know I needed to go to the ER. I've never taken a call in class, but I guess there is a first time for everything. (I also let my professor know in advanced that I was waiting for a call so it was okay to step out). I'll tell you in this moment I was very nervous, on the verge of tears actually, but I was also oddly calm. My mom was going to make her fourth trip to Etown to come and get me and take me to the hospital near home in case I needed to spend the night. I finished my class and before heading to my other class ran into a good friend who helped calm me down. She told me she would water my plants, get my newspaper, and watch my cat (even though none of those really applied to me), she definitely knew how to make me smile.
After I finished class, I went to my room, grabbed a blanket, my medicine from the doctor and headed out to the car. Still, oddly calm, my mom and I made our way to the ER. I have to say I was calm because I put my trust in Jesus and I knew it was all going to be okay through Him.
When we got to the ER, we waited for 3 and a half hours before heading back. Right there is where people lose the positvity in such a scary place where you need to be rushed in, but I found there was no need. First of all if someone came in and needed to go before me, I shouldn't be upset that they got to go first, I should be glad that they got the attention they needed. The doctors know what is wrong and they will help as soon as they can. They would never put me in danger. I also stopped worrying about everything else I needed to do because I was in the emergency room. You are allowed to have an excuse every once in awhile and if your health is at risk it is okay. It really is okay. While my mom and I were in the waiting room we smiled at a few people, said hello, scrolled through facebook, and talked. While I was scrolling through facebook I found this funny video of a turtle slapping another turtle's face. It was pretty funny so of course I showed it to my mom and we laughed over it together. At first I was nervous that it wouldn't be okay to laugh in an emergency room, but why not? It just eases the tension because everything will be okay. If time is all you are worried about then everything will be okay.
Finally they called my name and it was time for me to go back! I got nervous again here because I realized "ah I'm in the emergency room and this is real." I had the most wonderful nurse though. She was so kind and we had a great conversation. It was really nice to be able to have a conversation with the nurse because she had been there all day and maybe we could make her day just a little better with our conversation. She gave me an IV and some sleepy medicine after putting me in a wheel chair. I had never ridden in a wheel chair before so that was exciting for me... remember you have to look for the little things. Ironically after that we were put in another waiting room for 2 more hours. But that doesn't mean to loose the positivity. The nurse I had before even walked by and waved.
When it was time to go to a bed, they brought me to the urgent part because they were low on beds. (That must be stressful for the doctors!) Honestly that was okay with me because I felt like I was in Grey's Anatomy. My original nurse helped me get in my bed with my iv because I was connected to a bag! Then they connected me to a wall and I got to wear something on my finger. I got another nurse eventually and this one was also great! She brought me ginger ale in a straw which I thought was pretty cool (sorry to everyone who doesn't use straws). I also got to watch 30 seconds of the Lion King on this little tv before the doctor came in (remember it's the little things).
After being in the hospital for 5 and a half hours I have to tell you I smiled most of the time (besides the fact that I couldn't really smile with my swollen lips and while I was getting the iv), but not because I wasn't scared or anxious or because I wanted to leave but because I was okay. They were helping me and whatever was wrong was going to be fixed. I was in the safest place and I wasn't the most important person there, which I would say is fortunate. There are tons and tons of things to get mad at in the hospital and I did some people feeling it, but it's really okay to be positive. The doctors and nurses know what they're doing and they won't try to put you at risk. Hopefully you will never have to go to the ER, but if you do remember that... it's okay and you can be positive, just look for the little things. It will even pass the time and make the people around you smile and be less stressed.
Oh also, I am okay! I got prescribed some medicine and they helped me out. I had an allergic reaction, but it is all good now! If you knew about it, thank you so much for your prayers and support :) I now have had an experience I won't forget and a nurse that impacted my life :)
After getting some sleep at home, my mom took her fifth (and hopefully final) trip to Etown this week to take me back and just in time for Relay for Life! I can't wait to tell you about that experience next!