ER Anyone?

Okay, so my little girl is all better - thank God! Now it's my turn I guess. I must say, just because a hospital is closer, does not make it the best option when you're ill. I discovered this the hard way Saturday night.

Let me start at the beginning of my journey. Last Tuesday I went into the doctor to have an IUD "installed" - female issues, gotta love being a woman! Anyway, that did not go well at all. By Thursday I was back in the office to have it removed, then into the hospital to have some tests run to see just how much damage that tiny IUD caused on it's way out of my body.  Thankfully not as bad as originally thought and with some antibiotics and rest I'll be good to go. 

So Saturday night comes and I'm feeling good so we decide to go out to dinner to celebrate our upcoming 3rd anniversary. A nice romantic dinner at Longfellow's hotel/restaurant where we got married.  So we drop Little Miss off at Gammy & Papa's and head to Saratoga for dinner.  We arrive at 6pm and I feel nauseous, I rack it up to too much perfume and the smell of smoke in the air outside the hotel. 6:25, and the nausea is too much and off to the bathroom I go...not pretty...but I feel instantly better. We get to our table and I order a ginger ale vs. the cocktail I was looking so forward to drinking.  Half way through the glass of ginger ale and one bite of calamari later and it's back to the bathroom...round two...seriously?

Feeling okay, I munch on my garden salad, a little more ginger ale and water, dinner arrives, two bites and it's back to the bathroom for round 3 - that's it, pack everything to go I want to die. We have to stop on the side of the road on the way home, then 5 minutes in the door at home and here I go again...now it's mostly blood since I've gotten rid of all the fluid and food...not good.

It's now about 9pm and after two sips of diet coke I'm hugging the porcelain yet again.  Daddy arrives home with a sound asleep Little Miss, I recover long enough to help him get her settled in bed. Back to the bathroom I go...it has to stop sometime right? not so much...so at 10:30pm and after much debate and my husband begging to just pack the baby up and come with me I take my sorry self to the ER. Parents - don't get mad, it would have taken far longer to get you involved than it did to just take myself there.

I was on my way to Albany Med but after having to pull the car over and dry heave on the side of I87 I opted for the closer of the hospitals, Albany Memorial - never again!! By far the most ghetto hospital I've ever been to. Needless to say I was the token white girl - the thought "you're not in Kansas anymore" came to mind. I waited an hour and a half through 3 gun shot patients, 2 OD's and a heart attack, I decided to take my pink bucket of blood/puke to the counter - they finally got the idea that I needed to be seen and managed to move me up on the triage list. It was 2 more hours before I saw a doctor and received any kind of care...fortunately by then I had nothing left to throw up so I just laid on the gurney, nauseous, with a migraine from being dehydrated - awesome. This is how everyone should spend at least one Saturday night in their lifetime to gain a true appreciation for sometime, I'm just not sure what.

So after two bags of IV fluids, two shots of Zofran (anti nausea) and a shot of Pepcid to try and coat my stomach and 7 hours in the ER I was released...home to bed...after battling a 101.6 fever for most of the rest of the day I am now feeling quite a bit better and will be headed to bed very soon.

Thanks to my wonderful husband for taking care of Little Miss all day so that I didn't even breath on her - we don't need to pass this around the house. Little girl, you have an amazing Dad - don't ever forget that! Since Abbey did so well with Daddy today he may be in charge more often, morning and afternoon naps of 2+hours each - I can't even usually get her to do that! I think she just really loves her Daddy and Mommy and knew I was sick so she was even better for Daddy than usual...at least that's what I'm telling myself.

We had wanted to do a photo shoot today but since I look like I've been beaten with an ugly stick we'll be postponing that, maybe next Sunday...so stay tuned for pictures yet to come.