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Con Crud 2: Electric Boogaloo
11 years ago
So! Con crud ravaged me. Literally fucking ravaged me. It's not over yet.
I am posting this journal from my hospital bed.
Everything is fine. What drove me to go to the doctor was the pain in my chest and a fever spike, and I did indeed test positive for strep. I have indeed been taking my antibiotics, however the pain stayed and it got worse. I reached some of my weakest points in the mornings waiting for my ibuprofen to kick in, but once it did I was so much better I had forgotten how bad I felt - The difference was that great, and every afternoon to bedtime I felt healthy.
Today, my ibuprofen did not work, and I was in particular misery. Eyewitness testimony reports that the color had drained from my face in my arms and I looked like I was about to die. This was not abnormal, though today was particularly awful and it was my first time being seen in that state, so further medical intervention was ideaol. At that point a medically induced coma was a nice idea. Not only was the pain awful, but there was nothing that could be done about it. With other pains you could curse, swear, or even cough. I was delegated only to whimpering. I was also sweating like a bullet.
The clinic recommended the ER, as their heavy duty machines were offline for the weekend and the family practitioners were, I assume, not there either. I was in no position to turn them down, so off I went. Much to the irony of the world, the painkillers began kicking in on the way there and started working the minute I saw a doctor, so I was coherent and not suffering, but they believed me when I said I was in a state that morning. They did very expensive things to me. I was unaware you could ultrasound a heart - Apparently you can ultrasound ANYTHING.
The result was myopericarditis. The lining of my heart was inflamed and slightly fluid filled - This would explain the occasional heartbeats that felt like palpitations, pausing me mid-sentence, mid-thought, mid-everything. This is apparently neither abnormal nor expected as far as post-strep complications, however both my strep infection (lasting a week and a half) and the complication were so intense that I was instructed to stay the night for further observation. I am on many nice things to make everything not hurt, a stark contrast to this morning. Whether I will stay this way is unclear and probably the reason I am not at home right now. I have the IV and everything, with a bed that turns into a chair! Neat!
So here I will be until tomorrow morning at the very least. Everything is fine and I am at a very nice big hospital with people who are interested in finding out what is wrong with me and fixing it. I am very glad I went, though how much this will impact finances after health insurance applies is anyone's guess. I'm in a better spot than I was yesterday and I am very thankful for it.
So that's where I've been. If I randomly stopped talking to you during any recent mornings in CST and completely vanished, that was me in pure misery. Lemme know and I'll write you a rain check. I'll still be here responding to comments because THERE IS NOTHING ELSE TO DO :X
Peace out! -Zephyrlot
I am posting this journal from my hospital bed.
Everything is fine. What drove me to go to the doctor was the pain in my chest and a fever spike, and I did indeed test positive for strep. I have indeed been taking my antibiotics, however the pain stayed and it got worse. I reached some of my weakest points in the mornings waiting for my ibuprofen to kick in, but once it did I was so much better I had forgotten how bad I felt - The difference was that great, and every afternoon to bedtime I felt healthy.
Today, my ibuprofen did not work, and I was in particular misery. Eyewitness testimony reports that the color had drained from my face in my arms and I looked like I was about to die. This was not abnormal, though today was particularly awful and it was my first time being seen in that state, so further medical intervention was ideaol. At that point a medically induced coma was a nice idea. Not only was the pain awful, but there was nothing that could be done about it. With other pains you could curse, swear, or even cough. I was delegated only to whimpering. I was also sweating like a bullet.
The clinic recommended the ER, as their heavy duty machines were offline for the weekend and the family practitioners were, I assume, not there either. I was in no position to turn them down, so off I went. Much to the irony of the world, the painkillers began kicking in on the way there and started working the minute I saw a doctor, so I was coherent and not suffering, but they believed me when I said I was in a state that morning. They did very expensive things to me. I was unaware you could ultrasound a heart - Apparently you can ultrasound ANYTHING.
The result was myopericarditis. The lining of my heart was inflamed and slightly fluid filled - This would explain the occasional heartbeats that felt like palpitations, pausing me mid-sentence, mid-thought, mid-everything. This is apparently neither abnormal nor expected as far as post-strep complications, however both my strep infection (lasting a week and a half) and the complication were so intense that I was instructed to stay the night for further observation. I am on many nice things to make everything not hurt, a stark contrast to this morning. Whether I will stay this way is unclear and probably the reason I am not at home right now. I have the IV and everything, with a bed that turns into a chair! Neat!
So here I will be until tomorrow morning at the very least. Everything is fine and I am at a very nice big hospital with people who are interested in finding out what is wrong with me and fixing it. I am very glad I went, though how much this will impact finances after health insurance applies is anyone's guess. I'm in a better spot than I was yesterday and I am very thankful for it.
So that's where I've been. If I randomly stopped talking to you during any recent mornings in CST and completely vanished, that was me in pure misery. Lemme know and I'll write you a rain check. I'll still be here responding to comments because THERE IS NOTHING ELSE TO DO :X
Peace out! -Zephyrlot
I better start taking con crud seriously
Smoking and drinking will do that.
I was going to rant about the cost of my last trip to the doctor, but I figure you don't need to hear it since you're sitting in a hospital bed right now
The whole trip took less than 2 hours including valet parking (there were literally no spots in their 300 acre parking lot).
My high deductible "when the shit hits the fan" insurance covered like 1,200 dollars of it though.
Still, it's like... I'm going to be paying 100 something a month for a year to pay for an hour of work (of course the it wasn't even a doctor who did the ultrasound, he just looked at the pictures).
Next time my balls are aching for a week, I'll be sure to wait until I'm double over in pain before I seek medical attention
Rant rant rant rant rant
Fuck a butt!
How's that for a rant
Though, the bung wipe didn't give me any advice other than Ibuprofen and to come back if it kept hurting.
Internet told me to try some tighter undies and that seems to have fixed it. Why, I'm wearing relatively loose fitting underwear right now and I don't feel a thing.