I went to an immediate care center a couple minutes from my house, I got a shot of antibiotics and a handful of prescriptions. I felt relief as soon as everything started kicking in. Then I went back two days after, as instructed, and I got a different doctor (since I don't have insurance I can't afford my own doctor)he just took a quick peek and freaked out and said that I had to be hospitalized. I told him to at least tell me something good, I mean, it didn't hurt anymore and the swelling was down by allot. all he said was "I DON'T CARE" and then he got someone random from the hallway, a nurse, and asked her if it looked like something that was getting better. She, not having seen it when it was at it's worse, said no. So now not only was I scared but ANGRY AS HELL! That motherfucker didn't care for what I had to say, and that pissed me off.
My mother and I drove to the ER 30 minutes away from home, both of us scared because the piece of shit doctor didn't bother to explain shit to me, I was thinking the worst. We got the ER and right away they began by drawing blood, now I am a person that isn't afraid of needles or blood, but I'll let you in on a little secret....I FAINTED! I think it was the feeling of the blood leaving my body that made my body faint.
After that, we I was taken to the main room where everything happens and we were put in the hallway because they didn't have enough rooms, which was fine with me. What made me angry there was the fucking piece of shit nurse that was suppose to "care" for me wasn't doing shit. And when she did come along she made the most disgusted faces like she didn't want to be near me at all. She was one of those pretty white nurses that probably just chose the profession cause she likes the title of being a nurse...stupid bitch. Thank God, that her shift ended a few hours after we got there and the nurse that replaced her was amazing. She was helpful and answered my questions with something other than a "I DON'T KNOW" before walking away.
So after a few more hours, two doctors finally went in to look at me, by then I had a room in the ER. One of them sort of freaked and said I might need surgery, in fact he bet the other doctor that I would need it. He left, and the other doctor asked me questions,and I answered them. He asked me about the pain level, I told him that it didn't hurt at all, in fact if it wasn't for the hole (or swollen areas) the infection had caused I would be 100% fine. He said that was a good sign, it meant the infection didn't spread to the muscles yet, but I would need a cat-scan(?) just to make sure.
and hour or so after that the cat-scan was taken and it turns out I wouldn't need surgery, but I did need them to squeeze some of the blood out of the infection "bump" (like a painful pimple, GROSS). Let me tell you that it was the worst feeling to date that I have ever experienced. Oh yes, by this time I was also on IV antibiotics, another first for me as well.
Then when they left me and my mom alone I started to cry, not because of the pain, but because how could I have been so stupid and let something like this happen to me. Sometimes we have the tendency to think we are invincible, but we're not, that that was a rude awakening...you know?
I was finally transferred from the ER to another room on a different floor. I was to share rooms with another male patient so my mother couldn't stay with me. Luckily there wasn't another patient in there yet so they allowed her to stay there for a while. Then as I was falling asleep they took her away. I was scared to be alone surrounded by strangers, and i was scared for my mom too because knowing her I knew she was nervous and scared, and I knew she would be sobbing all the way home (not good if you're driving). I couldn't sleep, my mind was in a negative place. I felt angry at myself, at the doctors and nurses that ignored me. I was angry with that stupid rule that no one could stay with me, especially a female since I was to share the room with another male. BUT I somehow managed to sleep only to be awakened sometime in the early morning. I was being moved to another room in the childcare section!!!!
They said that no other male patient had arrived yet but two female patients needed the room. So there I was, in a new room...alone and wide awake. before this when my mom was there they said it was looking good for me already, but now that I was alone they said it wasn't looking any better. They also said my heart rate was too high. My temperature was high too, I had a low fever. I felt like shit. It wasn't the nurses' fault though. I felt lonely, I didn't feel like eating despite their constant nagging for me to have some breakfast. So I slept, trying to forget that I was alone in my sleep, it worked till I realized that eventually i would have to get up to go the bathroom.
The morning had gone by it was now sometime around 2pm when my mom finally came back, I knew she would come this late because she is too old now to stay up as late as she did, well she isn't that old but still. I right away noticed that her presence alone made feel better. From then on I started feeling beyond better, and the doctors were pleased with my progress, and the next day around 6 pm I was released. Still in a bit of pain but it was manageable.
NOW, I am here letting you guys know what happened and bless you if you actually got through the entire thing.
I'm better now...THANK GOD!
A lady from Shakira 's record label came to play us the big comeback single 'She Wolf' earlier this morning, then she left the building with the CD.
