That is a quote from one of my nurses today in the hospital where I have been since Monday. It begins like this.....
So Monday I slept like pratically all day. So my Mom was pissed so she wakes me up and starts expressing her displeasure and asking me why I had slept all day. When I tried to answer her, my words were all gibberish. I seriously couldn't talk, and I was all dizzy. So, after trying over & over to talk my Mom and not being able to, she got really scared so she told me to get dressed and called emergency who said that she needed to bring me into the hospital. That is the last thing I remember for awhile. My memory goes in and out the first couple of days. So, I'm at the hospital and I meet Dr. McNut (true story...perfect name too he's a real life McDreamy ladies.). He's my brain specialist so he's interviewing me. During this interview I told him the following. I'm 15 (SO not true), we were in California (I was shocked that they were showing Colorado shows in California and told him that...So embarrassing), got the date and year wrong, then told him I was born in 1984 (again, not true.), and my personal favorite is that I told him that my last name was Birth Control. I kid you not. LMAO! So, then I don't remember a lot (including a cat-scan, a spinal tap, an EEG, a suppository, and myself having a seizure. Yeah, that was just like the icing.) I came to on Tuesday and have basically just been monitored in the Intensive Care Unit, poked to the point both my arms are bruised, and hooked to an IV 24 hours. What the evetuanlly were able to explain to me was that I had a virus in my brain (aka viral meningitis SP?) and they basically had do a culture test on what type the virus was. Either a herpes strain, or not herpes. No going home until the culture test was done because if I have it and don't get treated, you die. So, not a whole lot of fun really. In the end, as you can see, I'm home and I'm not telling you that my last name is now Birth Control. Although, If I ever change mine... That's an option. The test was negative, no brain herpes. So, I was released today and got some vicadin for the pain, and some other to help finish killing what I do have. Whew... Pretty scary week, but today was a great fucking day. It's just great to be able to think again. Hearing all that stuff I was was funny, but fucking scary too. Mom and I are officially calling it my Ozzy. She said I was acting just like him which makes sense, it's how I felt.
As for the hospital, I was at Littleton Lutheran Adventist and I was scared being at a hospital for my first visit since birth, and apparently I was "difficult" during those no memory phases, but they treated me so good. Everyone was so attentive and funny and polite... I could go on and on. So I just want to send out a whole-hearted Thank You to everyone that literally helped save my life this week.
So Monday I slept like pratically all day. So my Mom was pissed so she wakes me up and starts expressing her displeasure and asking me why I had slept all day. When I tried to answer her, my words were all gibberish. I seriously couldn't talk, and I was all dizzy. So, after trying over & over to talk my Mom and not being able to, she got really scared so she told me to get dressed and called emergency who said that she needed to bring me into the hospital. That is the last thing I remember for awhile. My memory goes in and out the first couple of days. So, I'm at the hospital and I meet Dr. McNut (true story...perfect name too he's a real life McDreamy ladies.). He's my brain specialist so he's interviewing me. During this interview I told him the following. I'm 15 (SO not true), we were in California (I was shocked that they were showing Colorado shows in California and told him that...So embarrassing), got the date and year wrong, then told him I was born in 1984 (again, not true.), and my personal favorite is that I told him that my last name was Birth Control. I kid you not. LMAO! So, then I don't remember a lot (including a cat-scan, a spinal tap, an EEG, a suppository, and myself having a seizure. Yeah, that was just like the icing.) I came to on Tuesday and have basically just been monitored in the Intensive Care Unit, poked to the point both my arms are bruised, and hooked to an IV 24 hours. What the evetuanlly were able to explain to me was that I had a virus in my brain (aka viral meningitis SP?) and they basically had do a culture test on what type the virus was. Either a herpes strain, or not herpes. No going home until the culture test was done because if I have it and don't get treated, you die. So, not a whole lot of fun really. In the end, as you can see, I'm home and I'm not telling you that my last name is now Birth Control. Although, If I ever change mine... That's an option. The test was negative, no brain herpes. So, I was released today and got some vicadin for the pain, and some other to help finish killing what I do have. Whew... Pretty scary week, but today was a great fucking day. It's just great to be able to think again. Hearing all that stuff I was was funny, but fucking scary too. Mom and I are officially calling it my Ozzy. She said I was acting just like him which makes sense, it's how I felt.
As for the hospital, I was at Littleton Lutheran Adventist and I was scared being at a hospital for my first visit since birth, and apparently I was "difficult" during those no memory phases, but they treated me so good. Everyone was so attentive and funny and polite... I could go on and on. So I just want to send out a whole-hearted Thank You to everyone that literally helped save my life this week.
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