When the bell rang and we got up to go back to out 5th period I felt really dizzy like I could’ve fainted or something. But me feeling dizzy isn’t really that abnormal. So, like always, I brushed off the weird feelings again and kept walking. The dizziness didn’t go away and when I got to my seat in 5th period, I put my head down and fell asleep almost instantly. I still don’t know what I missed in class that day and honestly I really don’t care ‘cause I don’t think that it was all that important either. One of my friends woke my up a couple minutes before the bell was about to ring and at that point, I really couldn’t see that straight. The bell rung and I stumbled out of my chair kinda as I put my book bag on my shoulders then I hugged Kaitlin goodbye, knowing I probably wouldn’t see her for the rest of the day and took her book to put in the locker that we share. I walked down the main hallway kinda brushing against the wall for balance till Alex came and put his arm around me and let me kinda lean on him. He asked me if I was okay as we walked and I told him that I was just tired and was still waking up from my nap in 5th period. We got to my locker and I put mine and Kaitlins books in the right places, taking longer than usual. He asked if I was okay again and I said I was fine. We hugged then parted to go to our 6th period classes. I turned around a bit to fast and got extremely dizzy, more than I could ever remember, and I felt all the color drain from my face. That’s when I realized something wasn’t quite right.
The warning bell rung and I was still far from my next class and I silently cursed in my head knowing that I’d probably be late and the teacher would probably be pissed. I could barely see at this point so I just walked slowly towards the class and I heard someone near by say that I was going to be late but I didn’t care much at all anymore. The bell rung just as I was two feet away from the door to the classroom and the sound from it seemed so loud and sudden, it caused me to startle and stumble over my own feet. I heard someone say to get to class and I hurried into the classroom but stopped in the doorway and another student that was apparently coming in behind me told me to watch out and pushed me to the side. I then lost nearly all me vision and I herd the teacher say my name and something else but I couldn’t make out the words. I tried to say okay and take a step towards my seat but a loud ringing started in my ears and everything turned pitch black instantly and I felt my whole body relax.
A moment later I felt something cold and hard on my back and someone’s hand on my knee. I opened my eyes and squinted ‘cause it seemed like the lights were blindingly bright and when my vision came back I saw multiple teachers and students all looking down at me and a few seconds later the principle and a few other school staff were around looking at me also with worried looks on their faces. There was an announcement over the intercom asking for the nurse to come to the classroom I was in. At first I was confused, and then I realized that I was on the floor and that I must’ve collapsed or something. Then I remembered that I was still in my uniform and that being on the floor was getting it dirty and I tried sitting up and that’s when the pain really came to me. My stomach and sides towards my back felt like they were being pumped until they were moments from exploding but also being crushed within seconds of mere existence at the same time. I griped my stomach immediately and just about busted into tears but did my best to hold them back because everyone was watching me and I hate crying in front of people for whatever reason ‘cause I think that it makes me seem weak and vulnerable. I harshly wiped away a few tears and curled up into a ball basically ‘cause the pain was so fucking bad. I heard the teacher tell the other students to stop staring at me and to give me space to breathe. Everyone was asking me if I was okay, what happened, what was wrong, why I was crying, and a thousand other questions. I tried to tell them my stomach felt like it was killing me but I could barely make out the words ‘cause I was holding my breath and grimacing at the pain.
The nurse came and led me out into the hall and made me lay down though the smallest of movement involving my stomach sent out what felt like lightning bolts of pain everywhere and made me want to scream. I heard some doors close and someone say something about getting a wheelchair. I didn’t like that idea and tried to tell them that I could walk by myself and tried to stand but someone forced me back down and I heard the nurse say to go get it. The nurse helped me get my book bag off and everyone kept asking me more questions for what felt like an eternity and I did my best to keep answering them until the one dude came with the wheelchair and they told me to sit up. I forced myself up through the pain and tried to tell them that I could walk by myself but they wouldn’t listen. They helped me stand and when I tried to walk, they basically forced my back into the chair. More pain shot through me and I just gave up trying to resist and griped my stomach more while trying to hold my sides that were burning with pain. A terribly long minute later of being pushed around in the chair and trying to hide my tears, we were in the nurse’s office and the pain kept getting worse and worse.
The nurse and guidance counselor helped me stand up again then told me to lie down on the bed. They kept asking what was wrong at first and I kept trying to tell them that I was in pain, where it was, and that I didn’t know why I was having these pains. They also asked questions like if I was on any drugs, if I’ve been drinking or doing stuff I shouldn’t be doing, but the one question that I really couldn’t answer was when they asked if I was pregnant. I thought about it in-between grimacing at the pain and really, I didn’t know if I was pregnant or not. I’ve fooled around with a guy a few times a long time ago and some of those times we didn’t use a condom ‘cause we didn’t have any at that. The thought that I might be pregnant and that some complications could be causing all this pain really scared me and I could tell by the way the nurse looked at me said that she was a bit worried too especially after I told her that my period was long over due. A few minutes and a million repeated questions later the nurse told the counselor that she’s gonna have to call 911. I opened my eyes and asked what and they just told me to relax and that I’d be okay. Then I heard the guidance counselor say something about putting me through drug tests and I was kinda worried about that ‘cause I didn‘t know if anything illegal was still in my system or not.
The nurse called 911 gave them information about me, the schools address, then came to me and said that the ambulance would be here in a few minutes and that she’ll be calling Child Protective Services and other people to tell them what’s happening and that I’ll be taken to the hospital. The nurse and the counselor tried talking with me about things other than going to the hospital to try and get my mind off of the pain while I laid there and we waited for the ambulance to come for me. I don’t remember much of what we talked about then but it was nice for them to try and comfort me. I’ve known them for almost 3 years now and we’ve talked many times before and while we were waiting, they did make me feel a little better. They made me feel like I wasn’t completely on my own in those few minutes and I’m really thankful for that.
When the ambulance arrived, there were two girls and one guy, none looked like they could be any older than 35 at the most. They had me take off my jacket and they took my blood pressure and my pulse and asked many questions. Then they helped me on to the gurney, put straps around me that they called seatbelts for safety but I called restraints for control, and they rather quickly took me out and put me in the ambulance. They asked me if I was cold or wanted a blanket and I told them that temperature was the least of my worries at that moment which ended up being kinda humorous. I swear the ride to the hospital was a near death experience. You would think that an ambulance ride would be somewhat smooth and wouldn’t cause any harm to the person already in huge amounts of pain right? Not on the mountains of West Virginia. The ride to the hospital was the worst ever, every turn or slightest bump felt like I was getting punched in the guts while being shot with a semi-automatic. I really cried out in pain a few times no matter how badly I hated myself for showing weakness, I just couldn’t take it to a certain point. By time we got to the hospital I felt like I was dieing. I really thought that the pain I was going through was just to much to handle at times and that it was gonna end up killing me that day.
As they were taking me out of the ambulance, the guy that was there actually told me that I was handling the pain a lot better than he ever could and I remember telling him that he had no idea how much this hurts. After we got into the hospital and I was allowed to rest for a few minutes, though I was still in a great deal of pain, I was able to get back to my senses and start thinking that I could get through it and that I wasn’t gonna let whatever was wrong kill me. After about half an hour of waiting, my dad finally came to the hospital to sign some papers allowing the doctors to do tests and treat me. But my dad wasn’t allowed to come back and see me because Child Protective Services were still doing an investigation at that time and by law he still wasn’t allowed to have any contact with me. The doctors hooked up an IV into my left arm and after they did many tests on me, they finally gave me some pain medicine which they claimed it to be a new type of pain medicine that is even stronger and better than morphine could ever be. I kinda doubted that at first and thought they were trying to trick me until they flushed the IV and the medicine got in me and immediately took an effect. I swear, 95% of the pain just melted away and left me laying there on the hospital bed, my body basically numb, and I felt high as shit. The funniest thing about that though, was the fact that they only gave me half a dose of it and it was able to have that much of an immediate effect on me. So about 3 hours later and after many tests mixed with slipping in and out of conscience, being pumped full of fluids through IV, being forced to down some awful pink medicine, and feeling like the test subject of some crazed scientist, the doctors finally came to a conclusion of what was wrong with me and released me from the hospital.
Apparently I was beyond dehydrated and I had multiple infections that made me be in so much damn pain. I had a urinary track infection, a kidney infection, and a newly born sinus infection that I didn’t end up feeling that bad until later that evening, and a few days later I developed an ear infection. And all of this was toped off with allergies from seasonal change. Usually allergies don’t have much of an effect on me at all, but since my body was putting so much stress into fighting off the infections, the allergies were much worse than what they would’ve been naturally. But this happened weeks ago and I took all (well.. most) of the medicine that I was supposed to and I’m feeling all better now and I’ve been drinking plenty of fluids so I don’t get dehydrated again or be put back into the hospital.
~AngelCutter
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