#vommiting

Turns out I had to go to the hospital, I was dehydrated, the chills were pretty bad, let's put it this way, the thought of eating last night grossed me out, I threw up twice because I couldn't deal with Powerade, yeah POWERADE, ridiculous. Anyway so when I got there with my mom I was a little weak so I needed an escort (wheelchair + a guy who pushes me) gotta admit that was kinda fun but also humiliating. After registration we go into a room where the doc calls you, checks you out and tells you what he is giving me, for the nausea. I waited an hour in a freezing room + a fever/chills. Not. Fun. I finally get to go in. This lady is really bad at needles and I get really faintish (for like the 5th or more times of my life). Thing is: I only get faintish and all that if I feel the needle. If I don't I just get a little woozy. So the first time didn't work so she had to do it again. First the hand now the arm. Here I relax a little, try to anyway, by now I got an alcohol wipe waved in front of my nose so I don't pass out. Thru my arm she got two tubes? Idk couldn't tell. This entire time my mom is trying to distract me by talking about the beach. We FINALLY finish and I get my bed. They give me Tylenol for the fever, sheets for the chills, and IV bags. The first two bags of IV is really fast and really cold (this is for the nausea) after that they give me another bag for hydration 130 mL per hr so it was predicted for this bag to finish at 7 in the morning. Mind you I got there around 7 to 8. During this whole IV thing I'm sleeping, peeing for a urine test, and getting annoyed because of super loud baby crying. I finally leave con ALTA, they checked my temp. fever again (more Tylenol), blood pressure, and take off the IV, I feared up a little because: tape, sore arm, and body hair. I go home to my bed, eat, watch ALTA and sleep. GOOD NEWS: I don't have dengue! (At least we are inclined that I don't)