Today I went to the ER, couldnt of asked for a better day. My stomach hurt in the morning, which I thought was a continuation of my actions the night before, when I woke up and I just thought it would go away so I took two Tylenols and continued to get ready for class. I took a shower and after my stomach was still in pain so I laid down for a few before I went to class (I cant afford to miss much school). I continued on to school on my way there I made an unhealthy choice (which didnt occur to me that it was until 15 minutes later). I gathered all my stuff and headed into the room I sat down and yes my stomach was in pain but I thought it would go away I just had to tough it out. There I am sitting there battling a pain in my stomach, my palms got sweaty along with my whole body I felt like I was starting to pour. It was no longer comfortable for me to sit up as my Professor tried to show us slides, so I began to slink down in my chair to find a more suitable position to at least get me through the first half of class.
I was beginning to get frantic and look around the room, I decided that I could not stay for this class I felt nauseated and faint. I texted my mother “I need help” as it took me awhile to get that down. I slid down in my chair even further as I waited for a response that never came. I pulled myself together and walked into the conjoined classroom that I knew was empty. I laid down on the table in the middle of the classroom and tried to call my mother. I was in so much pain. I didnt want to curl or lay straight; nothing was making me more comfortable. My breathing became out of control as I did not know how to handle such a strong pain in my lower abdomin. I called my mother 4 times before I gave up and called my grandma, I was panicking and in pain all I could tell her was to come get me immediately.
I rolled around and around on the table all I wanted was to go home and never go outside again. I couldnt help but look up and think about how I probably deserved every bit of that pain. How I had no right to go on anymore and probably wasnt going to. I decided to give my mother another call and this time she answered I told her I was in excruciating pain and was lying on a table in an empty classroom. It hurt to speak so i tried to say what was most important. After that phone call, my class was done in the other room and students began to come over to the room where I was lying down like an idiot. I asked one of the guys in the class to get my our teacher and that he did in a hurry.
She came over and said she was going to call the police they would be able to help. I asked for none of that but for her to make sure my grandmother made it over to me. As my teacher asked me questions and told me to stay calm my grandmother came in. I had went from hot to trembling and breathing faster than ever. One of the older women in my class came over and instructed me to keep my eyes open and told me I needed to slow down my breaths as it would make the pain worse. They tried to figure out what it was that was happening to me, asking me questions pressing points on my stomach. My teacher had called 911 anyway and EMT was on there way. I had three people around me as I tried to do as the woman said keep my eyes open and calm my breaths easy as it sounds it was not at all. Soon my aunt showed up and I closed my eyes for what felt like mere seconds, when I opened them the EMT came I had cords and needles on me. Men were asking me questions, “Could you be pregnant” ?, “any drugs or alcohol today”?
Everything was happening so fast. I didnt know who was around me, I was trembling, nervous, sick, in pain. They all had urged that I went to a doctor but all I wanted was to be in my bed to go back to where my day had began and ended last night and just not move. In fear that it was appendicitis I was taken to the ER where I was given a bag to breath out of . It was going to be several hours before I would even be seen as it was just my luck that at 10 o clock on a Tuesday everyone else in San Diego had gotten sick as well.
My mother decided to take me home and if the worst happened again she would just take me to urgent care. For about 4 hours straight today I stared at my ceiling and pretended that I did not exist. I could have died and not a soul would have known. After I regained my being I watched “Like Water for Chocolate” for the first time,so many similarities could be drawn from that movie and the worst ones. Ive decided to just keep my mouth closed and my head low. I dont want to be the source of someone elses heartache…
