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My last entry was kinda vague.
Two days ago around 9pm, I got this horrible pain in my lower back... so much so that it made me nauseous. It slowly made it's way to my head... and this throbbing started in my temples. It was so bad it blurred my vision.
So, I decided to lay down... well, no, the pain forced me to lay down.
But it was so bad I couldn't find a position to lay in that didn't hurt. I drifted in and out of sleep for what felt like two hours, before moving out to the couch with my blanket. (Even though it was exceptionally hot, I was freezing.)
Before I could lay down, a huge wave of nausea overcame me and I ran to the sink (that's where the cool kids puke) but, as soon as I gagged, my head started pounding so hard I almost collapsed. I had to grab the walls to hold myself up. I laid down, on the verge of tears, for probably half an hour before my dad came out and saw me. He asked what was wrong and when I told him, he assumed I wanted drugs. He actually said, "Why don't you just say, 'Dad, can I have some drugs?'" I told him I didn't want any because I would puke as soon as I took them. In a classic my dad reaction, he said, "What am I supposed to do then?!?" It never fails... if drugs can't fix it, my dad's at a loss.
He convinced me the oxycodone would take away the pain in my back and put me to sleep... so I took the four he gave me. And what do you know! Within ten minutes I was over the sink gasping for air with puke leaking out of all available orifices. >.>
It sucked. My dad was outside smoking so he found out that he wasted his meds on me when I finally got enough air to kinda yelp "Dad!"... it was a pathetic sight, undoubtedly. He got me ice water and left me to toss and turn on the couch for another hour before I decided to lay on the floor. Neither my dad or I thought to check my temperature, so I just tried to sleep away the pain; and I did, for the most part. After a while I was feeling well enough to walk with the assistance of the walls. I peeked in my parents room to see Marc curled up at the foot of their bed. They noticed me and invited me to lay down in between them. I obliged.
What a sight that must have been! An overcrowded bed made up of two parents pushing 50 with cigarettes hanging out of their mouths , their wasted 19 year old son, and sweat covered, puke spackled 16 year old daughter! Can anyone say Hallmark?
Anyway, as soon as I laid my head on my dad's side, he jumped and said something along the lines of, "Jesus! You're burning up!" I guess I convinced him I wasn't just faking sick for drugs. (Which I never do btw!) My temp was around 102.7 by then. That's saying something considering I was already past the worst of it.
I still had the chills and aches but, I just laid there and let them alternate wet towels all over my torso and head. I never stayed asleep very long anyway. But when I woke up for the day, it was 11am and I could barely lift my head. I was so weak. Then, on top of that, my equilibrium was fucked up (from what I'm assuming was a sinus infection).
I'm now feeling much better, but I still get sudden waves of pain in my temples and my shoulders are very tender. I have to be careful about how fast I stand up or I risk falling back down because of the throbbing.
I never did go to the hospital... even though I wanted to.