Gross..

Yuck! I have a Viral Stomach Flu. After work yesterday, I went to my Grans and pretty much just fell asleep. I woke up at like 7:00PM and felt pretty gross. I had plans to stay at Dolores' with Cassidi but I knew I couldn't make it anymore.

My Gran and Baba left at around 7:20PM to go to the Demons game. I didn't wanna go but I just asked for a ride home. They dropped me off and I came on the computer at home, I felt grosssss. My stomach had these knots and I felt like I wasn't even human anymore. I went to the bathroom at 8 and uh, threw up. I HATE doing that. I can't breath when it happens and my eyes get soo watery. But I'm sure it does for everybody else, too.. Anyways, this kept happening for quite a few hours. I threw up like 5 times before I went to the hospital. I actually WANTED to go because I felt so blahh. Me, my Mom and Dad headed to the hospital and I threw up again once we got there. It wouldn't stop! I just wanted whatever I needed and I wanted to feel normal again. I'm tired of always being hurt. My wrist, my stomach, my collar bone; what the fuck?! I got to a point last night where I felt like I didn't even want to be alive anymore =(

I was laying down on a bed at the hospital and I had to wait until my Doctor came to see me & check all this shit. The nurse put one of those thingys in my ear for a temperature or something? I don't know. I had another velcro thing on my arm and a device on my finger. After this, the Doctor was finally here! He felt around by my stomach, checked my eye and checked my tongue. He said I would need a "poke." Which, obviously was a needle. My Mom and Dad asked if I needed to hold their hand, lol. Only because I'm SUCH a chicken and I always have to hold someones hand. But I felt so gross and yucky, I was like, "No, I'm good."

So the Doctor leaves or whatever, and the nurse comes in after like 10 minutes and I'm just laying down trying NOT to focus on how gross I felt. I didn't wanna throw up anymore! But anyways, the Nurse said I would need 2 needles, so I was like, "Uh, okay.." GUESS WHERE I NEEDED THEM? Uh huh, my fucking ass. I was like, "Dad, I need to hold your hand." I thought I would be getting it in my arm! This needle didn't hurt BAD, but when I was walking after, I was thinking, "Wow! That's new.."

When I got home? That's right - I threw up again. This shit wouldn't stop!! I layed down and had a cloth on my head and was drinking some Powerade mixed with Water. The Doctor said to do so otherwise I would get dehydrated; believe me, I WAS! My mom woke up every couple hours to give me little sips because I needed to keep myself hydrated. Then I had to take 6 pills after I woke up and blah blah blah. I'm feeling a little better now, but I'm still not feeling GOOD. I wish I did.. I hate this!