I have this bad habit of drafting posts in my head until they sound perfect. Usually I do this while trying to sleep and by the time I wake up, I’ve forgotten my brilliance. So I don’t have the perfect things to say in this post, but hopefully it will be more than word vomit.
In the beginning of September, I got sick. I thought it was just a cold or flu. Nothing to worry about. I was just a little tired, slight fever.
But I kept getting worse and by a week was barely able to eat and my fever was coming and going constantly. I won’t bore you with the details but after throwing up one night I decided something was really not right and I needed to at least go to the ER for some anti nausea medicine.
I woke up my husband to take me and my mom to come sleep with our son and we went to the ER at about 1am. I was surprisingly impressed at the time. I got in right away. They gave me medicine, got tests going trying to figure out what was up.
I was in the hospital for 12 days. It was the first time I’ve ever been in the hospital for a sickness and it sucked. The beds are awful, I had a lot of problems with my nurses who were never around and didn’t seem to care much. I was too sick to eat but so hungry. I was also so dehydrated despite iv fluids. My arms were covered in brusies from how much and often they were drawing blood.
I had to get a blood transfusion and I midline put in when they couldn’t get my iv for medicine in anymore.
I found our later that they didn’t have the official diagnosis for 6 days . I had a very severe case of mononucleosis that effected my liver and blood. I was very jaundice, normal level is about a 3 and I was at 18. My blood was basically attacking itself and my levels were at a dangerous 7, when it should be 15.
Since then, while talking to all my drs at check up appointments, they’ve said none of them have seen a case so severe in their careers.
Yay for being unique I guess?
It was fucking rough. My mom took care of Jeffrey and he didn’t handle the separation too well . They came to see me every day but I was too sick to do much and the hospital freaked him out.
Once I got discharged, most of my worst symptoms were gone but I was still so tired for about a week and a half, I couldn’t play with Jeffrey or do much but sit on the couch. He was super clingy and extra fussy. It’s only been this last week that he’s been better adjusted again.
Im only just starting to feel more human too. I still have a sucky appetite and hate food. I have to take a bunch of pills everyday, my immune system is low so I have to be careful in crowds, I’m still a bit fatigued. I have a huge bruises on both arms from after appointments a week ago to draw blood, my veins are all shot.
My anxiety levels are through the roof lately and I’m drafting this post on my phone. I’ve only been on my computer once since the beginning of September and I edited pictures and refused to take turn on the internet because I’m trying to feel up to being part of the world again.
I’m going to get there, it might just take me a while. In the meantime, I wanted to share my story and where I’ve been. I still have a bunch of posts drafted and ready to post so I’ll probably start scheduling those and work on new content as I feel ready for it.
Hope all is going better during this lovely fall for you.
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