I've started to lose tracks of the days and countless nights passing by in the college world. I forget when, where, why, and how things happened. I've made and lost more friends than I've managed in my previous 19 years. #BornThisWay has come out, I've fallen in and out of love, I've had fights, barely passed classes, drank too much, and slept too much.... College.
So far so good, I'd say. I was in the ER last friday for a tempt of 104 degrees... crazy story really.. I woke up Friday and felt perfectly fine.. went to my Poetry class at 9 AM and started shivering a little bit. Thinking nothing of it, I blow it off as just being chilly... little did I know of what would happen next.
I left class immediately after the end and headed to my next class 10 minutes after. As I got there I realized my shivering had for-sure converted to shaking/convulsing... I spoke to the professor about leaving and was given permission to not stay in class. I headed to my room right after, shivering the entire way, feeling weaker and weaker as I took each step.
Once I returned to my dorm- things began to progressively get worse.. I began sweating and my entire body began to ache and hurt- every movement causing more pain than the last. Pain would surge through my body as I would lay down on the bed, feeling my entire body tingle with an aching pain. I wasn't sure if I should cry or feint, my entire head was boiling and my body was screaming. I took my temperature hoping I was over-reacting or being over-dramatic, but it turned out my temp was 102.. a temperature considers dangerous, but not lethal.
I dressed up for the freezing weather and proceeded to the student health center with the help of my friend. Focusing, let alone walking, proved challenging for me at the time. Once at the meeting I spoke with an attendant who promptly informed me of not getting into today because of not making an appointment earlier. I told her my symptoms and she brushed most of everything I said.. Once I told her my fever was "103" she allowed me to go talk to a nurse.
I might have fibbed a little bit... but it seems even a little white lie can "come true".
As she took my temp again, I felt like my body was on fire and my head was erupting. I lost the ability to speak coherently and my entire body was in pain. It turns out I did I lie to to attendant, my temperature was not 103- it was 104.5. Wonderful. At 105 there is a chance of having brain damage that could be permanent. She quickly gave me 4 advil and took the proper steps to treat my fever.
Once I returned to my dorm- things began to progressively get worse.. I began sweating and my entire body began to ache and hurt- every movement causing more pain than the last. Pain would surge through my body as I would lay down on the bed, feeling my entire body tingle with an aching pain. I wasn't sure if I should cry or feint, my entire head was boiling and my body was screaming. I took my temperature hoping I was over-reacting or being over-dramatic, but it turned out my temp was 102.. a temperature considers dangerous, but not lethal.
I dressed up for the freezing weather and proceeded to the student health center with the help of my friend. Focusing, let alone walking, proved challenging for me at the time. Once at the meeting I spoke with an attendant who promptly informed me of not getting into today because of not making an appointment earlier. I told her my symptoms and she brushed most of everything I said.. Once I told her my fever was "103" she allowed me to go talk to a nurse.
I might have fibbed a little bit... but it seems even a little white lie can "come true".
As she took my temp again, I felt like my body was on fire and my head was erupting. I lost the ability to speak coherently and my entire body was in pain. It turns out I did I lie to to attendant, my temperature was not 103- it was 104.5. Wonderful. At 105 there is a chance of having brain damage that could be permanent. She quickly gave me 4 advil and took the proper steps to treat my fever.
I don't really remember very much from my time in the student center, what I do recall encompassed me laying on a bed- aching and crying from the pain, feeling the tears evaporate as they grazed my cheek. The pain was practically unbearable.
After completing some lab work and tests, I did not have the Flu or Pneumonia. They had no idea what was wrong with me.
After their futile finds, a call was made and I was to be transferred to the ER. The rest of the story really isn't as exciting or thrilling. I was wheeled to the hospital. Uh oh.. talking about this story is making me feel a little heated. Yikes.
Yeah.. not feeling good. finish this later.
-My life in a nut shell.
Yeah.. not feeling good. finish this later.
-My life in a nut shell.
