Yesterday on my way to the gym I started feeling nauseous and while traveling to the gym I decided not to go and head into the office early. I got to the office around 7; go dressed in the bathroom and my system started to take a turn for the worse. By 8:30 I started getting what I like to call the "ralphs - uncontrollable urge to vomit multiple times". So every 10 mins I started bolting to the restroom. On two occasions I scared two women in there with my projectile noises. Mind you I had anything in my system - water or food. By noon my boss kicked me out of the office; she said to take a cab home ... whatever $40 ride vs. $3 metro ... well the ride home was a nightmare. I lost it at the transfer station and then exiting the metro station at my house. I hit my bed and tried not to move for several house I did Lamaze breathing and tried to break my fever. The thought of food or drink sent me over the deep end. By about 8PM I dragged myself to the store for the "BRAT" essentials Bananas/Rice/Applesauce/Toast and I added Gatorade plus a thermometer. This "BRAT" diet was told to me by my sister and mom.
I phoned my Dr. and he said that I need to break my fever by tomorrow of the surgery would have to be post-pone. I was living in hell and agony. My temp was over 100 and I could hardly drink 4oz of liquid. I laid there and watched hours of Lifetime TV and tired to figure out what I could do without movement and prayed for a personal slave/servant.
This morning I woke pretty tired but had a breakfast meeting that I couldn't miss; my temperature broke and drinking Gatorade sounded appealing. Given what I experienced within the last 24 hours I realized that it would be something that I would never wish upon my worst enemy. But I do think it has potential to be used as a punishment for convicted criminals.
But as of this moment I feel pretty ready to go under the scope and embrace the crutches. Tomorrow should be a pretty seamless procedure
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That sounds horrible. A few unsolicited opinions from me:
1. The first time you throw up, that is a good enough excuse to go home. (my only exception to this has been morning sickness, when I knew I would not recover any time soon)
2. Next time, take the cab and your friends will pitch in to pay for it.
3. When all else fails or if you can't keep down Tylenol, etc., hang out in a lukewarm tub for a while or put on a swimsuit and alternate between the tub and hanging out on your bed w/ a towel and a fan going. It will bring your fever down at least temporarily and make you feel human enough to drink some fluids.
See, if only you had called me at the first sign of trouble... Anyway, you have nothing but sympathy from me and I am hoping you have recovered completely and that everything goes well tomorrow.
I am so sorry to hear that. I hate being sick. Good luck with the surgery tomorrow.
you've had a busy week.
I'm so sorry, Carrie!!!! Get better!
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