So, it's Friday, about 11 AM, I'm hanging with the geriatrics on 4C3 at the
Glenrose, taking a history from my new 98 year old patient, when, all of a sudden, I don't feel so hot. I feel dizzy and sweaty, and suddenly asking the patient if she knows how to spell "WORLD" backwards isn't very important. Nevertheless, I finish the history, and
promptly return to see my preceptor, who informs me that I don't look so good. Funny, I don't feel so good either.
I decide to try and tough it out by joining my preceptor and another student in the cafeteria. I brought my lunch, but I want nothing to do with it. I buy a
gingerale in the hope that it calms down my stomach. It does not. I take 3 sips, excuse myself from the table, and drive home (with a stop at the bank, because I had planned to deposit 2 cheques that day.)
While at home my
abdomen feels like someone is twisting it like it was going out of style. The nausea comes in waves, each time I feel like I'm going to vomit, but I force myself not to. I finally relent and violently vomit into the toilet, causing all the small blood vessels in my face and under my eyes to burst, ensuring that I look like I got beat up by someone hitting me with a bag of coins.
Hoping the worst was over, I go to bed and call Amanda, hoping she can come over and take away the pain. She says she is on her way, but it's not soon enough; I proceed to vomit again, further destroying my face from the
persistent dry heaving.
My mom then loads me up on
gravol, as I had thrown up the other two doses I had taken, and Amanda comes over to take care of me. I
promptly fall asleep around 7AM and wake up at 9:30 the next morning, and,
miraculously, I feel good, just a little nauseated and dizzy probably from being dehydrated.
Anyways, I'm all better now, but my face still looks awful.
I hope nobody else gets what I got. It's bad.
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