I almost died.
This post will be short because I am still not feeling 100%, however, I thought I would tell you about my weekend.
It all started on Thursday. I wasn't feeling very well so I left work early and came home. Towards the evening a fever crept about. I took some drugs and felt a little bit better by early early morning, however the fever returned. (At this point I was asking myself where the hell my immune system went. [see post Blah blibity blah]) After that the fever did not go down. It may have slightly fluctuated from 102-103, but that's about it. So, needless to say, on Friday, I did not attend class and missed my test, which probably pissed me off more than the fever.
On Saturday we were having a March Break event at school, and seeing as I'm one of the student ambassadors, I should have been there touring the students around campus. I had to call in sick again. Finally, around Saturday evening, my fever reached a high of 104. I could not move, talk, it hurt to breath. So, mama and papa took me to the hospital. They admitted me right away, stuck me in ICU (I seemed to be the healthiest person there), and shot me with something to make the fever go down. Now, I'm only telling you this the same way my mother told me because I have no recollection of it. I think at this point I had passed out.
I actually thought I was dead. Then I thought to myself, what a way to go. I didn't do anything that I wanted to do in life. Instead I spent my last day on earth sick in bed.
Once I came to, I saw my mother crying and shaking like a fish because she thought I died. My father was in a corner muttering to himself, and the nurse was bringing me some type of jello. I still couldn't really talk at this point, but I managed to comfort my mother a bit and my father finally looked at me. (I'm so glad there were no hot doctors. I looked like crap!)
Anyways, so I got to thinking, if this was my last day on earth, what would I do? I think I would eat a shit load of ice cream, play Nicky Nicky Nine Doors, leave a flaming bag of poo on someone's porch, go on a religious pilgrimage, and finally, (if I had someone) I would kiss my boyfriend like I was never going to kiss him again. (Duh, I'd be dying.)
Maybe I'd do some things differently, but, it's so hard to think of things like that. Of course you'd want to see all of your family that you'd be leaving behind, and my nephews, oh goodness that would be painful to say goodbye to.
But what would you do if this was your last day on earth?
It all started on Thursday. I wasn't feeling very well so I left work early and came home. Towards the evening a fever crept about. I took some drugs and felt a little bit better by early early morning, however the fever returned. (At this point I was asking myself where the hell my immune system went. [see post Blah blibity blah]) After that the fever did not go down. It may have slightly fluctuated from 102-103, but that's about it. So, needless to say, on Friday, I did not attend class and missed my test, which probably pissed me off more than the fever.
On Saturday we were having a March Break event at school, and seeing as I'm one of the student ambassadors, I should have been there touring the students around campus. I had to call in sick again. Finally, around Saturday evening, my fever reached a high of 104. I could not move, talk, it hurt to breath. So, mama and papa took me to the hospital. They admitted me right away, stuck me in ICU (I seemed to be the healthiest person there), and shot me with something to make the fever go down. Now, I'm only telling you this the same way my mother told me because I have no recollection of it. I think at this point I had passed out.
I actually thought I was dead. Then I thought to myself, what a way to go. I didn't do anything that I wanted to do in life. Instead I spent my last day on earth sick in bed.
Once I came to, I saw my mother crying and shaking like a fish because she thought I died. My father was in a corner muttering to himself, and the nurse was bringing me some type of jello. I still couldn't really talk at this point, but I managed to comfort my mother a bit and my father finally looked at me. (I'm so glad there were no hot doctors. I looked like crap!)
Anyways, so I got to thinking, if this was my last day on earth, what would I do? I think I would eat a shit load of ice cream, play Nicky Nicky Nine Doors, leave a flaming bag of poo on someone's porch, go on a religious pilgrimage, and finally, (if I had someone) I would kiss my boyfriend like I was never going to kiss him again. (Duh, I'd be dying.)
Maybe I'd do some things differently, but, it's so hard to think of things like that. Of course you'd want to see all of your family that you'd be leaving behind, and my nephews, oh goodness that would be painful to say goodbye to.
But what would you do if this was your last day on earth?
posted by LemonDrop at 9:38 AM
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