how do you know when to call the ambulance?
lets see voluminous vominitng on day 1?
I tend to assume I react more to less because I'm out of shape.. like bad sushi? or overindulgence?
probably, hindsight, day 2 less vomiting, still alot. exhausted, thought of calling 911, while naked on filthy bathroom floor, tp up but, vomit bag at side, thinking, I really need to water at leat, the cats before calling 911, as well as thinking man, I do not want to be found like this and my place is messy.
day 3 no more vomiting, could barely move, hard to breathe- assuming again- so out of shape- after all out of breathe walking garbage to curb with jaw pain, vomit bag at side in bed, can;t get comfortable...
day 4 friday, after much thinking, called ambulance, better breathing but just so hard to walk from a to b knew no way to work and no way to call off work any more decided to risk ambulance and beginning of a 'record' that certain er pts get and just tossed aside as 'x', so i could be off work withour getting a malingerer rep, or insistence to go to doc... except knew couldn't walk to doc, or ....
but made it to kitchen to get cat's fresh water- all out after 4 days- rest of food perhaps one day's left dry, then called 911 at fornt door after pulling on scrub dress from floor.
huh, the ambul. guys couldn't raise a vein for an IV, and I thought I was hamming it up- but you have to or you are ssen as hypochondriac- really dehydrated.
admitted, huh, after vomiting finished I wouldn't have thought, aince they want you out and fast.
dehydrated
thought i'd be out next day and not looking forward to it as i'd be coming home to filth- cat's litter box 5-6 days, no sheets, no towels vs. clean sheets, meals to your bed- even just water meals - overwhelmingly overwhelming.
almost to tears
stayed another day? yes. then they bought in stomache surgery pt- which the nauseaous belching- at that point- i was first ok because still so exhausted - then the blugh, uuuhh, blugh, uuuhh got to me, and of course that mandatory dance west does- sitting with the sick- i wouldn't mind a 'visit' but the sitting? jesus-fucking-chritst what good does that do anyone?
day 2 of that - plus great vomit episode after her ng tube slipped out, the next day, was it-
home please...
home- 7pm , christmas eve.
oh- well- neutered xmas signs at hospital btw.
visitors- lynn surprise, the most critical person visits and is totally wonderful and abridged marsha/emmie- kinda felt judged there- hmm, is she really sick?
I tend to assume I react more to less because I'm out of shape.. like bad sushi? or overindulgence?
probably, hindsight, day 2 less vomiting, still alot. exhausted, thought of calling 911, while naked on filthy bathroom floor, tp up but, vomit bag at side, thinking, I really need to water at leat, the cats before calling 911, as well as thinking man, I do not want to be found like this and my place is messy.
day 3 no more vomiting, could barely move, hard to breathe- assuming again- so out of shape- after all out of breathe walking garbage to curb with jaw pain, vomit bag at side in bed, can;t get comfortable...
day 4 friday, after much thinking, called ambulance, better breathing but just so hard to walk from a to b knew no way to work and no way to call off work any more decided to risk ambulance and beginning of a 'record' that certain er pts get and just tossed aside as 'x', so i could be off work withour getting a malingerer rep, or insistence to go to doc... except knew couldn't walk to doc, or ....
but made it to kitchen to get cat's fresh water- all out after 4 days- rest of food perhaps one day's left dry, then called 911 at fornt door after pulling on scrub dress from floor.
huh, the ambul. guys couldn't raise a vein for an IV, and I thought I was hamming it up- but you have to or you are ssen as hypochondriac- really dehydrated.
admitted, huh, after vomiting finished I wouldn't have thought, aince they want you out and fast.
dehydrated
thought i'd be out next day and not looking forward to it as i'd be coming home to filth- cat's litter box 5-6 days, no sheets, no towels vs. clean sheets, meals to your bed- even just water meals - overwhelmingly overwhelming.
almost to tears
stayed another day? yes. then they bought in stomache surgery pt- which the nauseaous belching- at that point- i was first ok because still so exhausted - then the blugh, uuuhh, blugh, uuuhh got to me, and of course that mandatory dance west does- sitting with the sick- i wouldn't mind a 'visit' but the sitting? jesus-fucking-chritst what good does that do anyone?
day 2 of that - plus great vomit episode after her ng tube slipped out, the next day, was it-
home please...
home- 7pm , christmas eve.
oh- well- neutered xmas signs at hospital btw.
visitors- lynn surprise, the most critical person visits and is totally wonderful and abridged marsha/emmie- kinda felt judged there- hmm, is she really sick?
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