I hope everyone else had a better time than I did New Year's. I had planned on getting all dolled up and going out dancing, drinking, all that fun stuff, with a group of friends, to hear our favorite band.
Well instead I wound up in the ER and spent 4 nights in the hospital. I thought my bronchitis was getting worse, mainly because the fever was getting higher and higher and I was getting 'tingly' and having trouble breathing; turns out it had gone into pneumonia and my oxygen level was down to 83. Heart rate was up, shaking uncontrollably, you name it. My parents rushed me to the ER after I called my mom and told her I couldn't focus and was having trouble taking a breath in. Well I was admitted right away, hooked up to all the IV's and oxygen; and I really don't even remember being taken to my room.
I was so miserable and in so much pain from the pneumonia in my lungs, I just laid there loopy from painkillers while I watched the ball drop. Luckily, I was not alone. My good friend Chris sat there with me the entire time and left around 1am. I even got a New Year's kiss (on the forehead of course since I was sick). The pneumonia spread from my right lung (on the Xray it looked like a giant white hand spreading across the lung) into my left lung, the next day; talk about PAIN. I spent 2 days solidly on Vicodin and oxygen, unable to leave the freaking bed. I finally got off the oxygen yesterday morning, and was released late last night. The hospital was actually overcrowded, and I was sick of being awakened every 2 hours to have my temp & BP taken! Those nurses do NOT let ya sleep, no matter how tired or looped you are!
Anyone else have a cruddy NYE? OR a really good one? My cute little green dress is still hanging in the closet and my camera was all ready to go, to snap some killer shots of us having fun and being stupid. Instead I was gasping for breath lying in some noisy hospital. Bleah. Still recovering, too, I am not allowed to go to work til next Monday.
The cats are happy as heck to see me. Dusty has not left my side; Snicky keeps rubbing his head on me; Zorro is keeping my tootsies warm. Hammie is just running madly through the house, glad to have his momma home. My kitties are great nurses.
Well instead I wound up in the ER and spent 4 nights in the hospital. I thought my bronchitis was getting worse, mainly because the fever was getting higher and higher and I was getting 'tingly' and having trouble breathing; turns out it had gone into pneumonia and my oxygen level was down to 83. Heart rate was up, shaking uncontrollably, you name it. My parents rushed me to the ER after I called my mom and told her I couldn't focus and was having trouble taking a breath in. Well I was admitted right away, hooked up to all the IV's and oxygen; and I really don't even remember being taken to my room.
I was so miserable and in so much pain from the pneumonia in my lungs, I just laid there loopy from painkillers while I watched the ball drop. Luckily, I was not alone. My good friend Chris sat there with me the entire time and left around 1am. I even got a New Year's kiss (on the forehead of course since I was sick). The pneumonia spread from my right lung (on the Xray it looked like a giant white hand spreading across the lung) into my left lung, the next day; talk about PAIN. I spent 2 days solidly on Vicodin and oxygen, unable to leave the freaking bed. I finally got off the oxygen yesterday morning, and was released late last night. The hospital was actually overcrowded, and I was sick of being awakened every 2 hours to have my temp & BP taken! Those nurses do NOT let ya sleep, no matter how tired or looped you are!
Anyone else have a cruddy NYE? OR a really good one? My cute little green dress is still hanging in the closet and my camera was all ready to go, to snap some killer shots of us having fun and being stupid. Instead I was gasping for breath lying in some noisy hospital. Bleah. Still recovering, too, I am not allowed to go to work til next Monday.
The cats are happy as heck to see me. Dusty has not left my side; Snicky keeps rubbing his head on me; Zorro is keeping my tootsies warm. Hammie is just running madly through the house, glad to have his momma home. My kitties are great nurses.