Ouch I hurt!! Why, you may ask... well let me tell you the story.
So yesterday I was at band camp (please no jokes) and we were playing football during our spare time. Well at some point I got squished and it sort of hurt my neck. Beca and I eventually headed back to the dorm, mostly to take pain-going-away drugs and my neck was getting sorer and sorer. I lay down on the floor of the dorm because it hurt too much to stand up.The rest of the people in my dorm decided it was too boring so went up to the main hall. I lay on the floor in there for the same reason. Supper time came but I couldn't sit up so I just stayed there. All through supper I lay on the floor in the common room. I kept trying to sit up but it made the world spin, and it kept getting black and fuzzy. There were these two spots on the ceiling that kept moving around. They looked like little tiny mice that were fighting. After supper my friends came out and asked how I was doing. I started crying... I was in so much pain! They went and found the adult-type people and they decided to call an ambulance. Jackie took over as first aider person and started C-spine while Becca started writing up a report and Katie packed up my things. Mr.Ralph called my parents and told them that we had called an ambulance and where to meet us. It was a very long time before the ambulance got there. I kept shaking and shuddering and I was so sore. Laura sat next to me holding my hand, and Justin sat down by my feet. Becca got a wet cloth and kept wiping off my face and wetting my lips, since I wasn't allowed to move to find some lypsil. Jackie was amazing. She remembered all the little things that had to be done and writing down and was really comforting. But her shirt kept snaking up her back so her underwear were showing, so Laura kept having to pull it down for her. It made me laugh. Eventually the ambulance showed up and the EMTs (Leslie and Fred) took pulses and blood pressures and the such and got me strapped onto a back board. And we were off. The first aider at camp (Mrs.Ludwig) followed behind the ambulance in her car. I was pretty scared and lonely. The ride was sooooo long. And then they got lost and then we got re-directed from St.Albert hospital to Stony Plain. I actually fell asleep in the ambulance I was in so much pain. I had brought my bear with me and they gave me this really creepy looking bear too. He kinda scared me. We finally made it to the hospital where my mum was waiting for me. I was taken into emergency and they took pulses and blood pressures and then such again. All the way in the ambulance they had been taking them every 15 minutes or so. Then the nurses asked me all the questions again. We were on the 5th round of the exact same questions at this point. Could they not have given them the paper where it was all written down? After that the doctor came and poked my shoulders and back asking, "Does this hurt? How about this? Does this one hurt?" I swear I wanted to kill the man. And then the killer question, "On a scale from 1 to 10, rate your pain..." If I still hasnt been strapped quite firmly to a back board, I would have jumped up and clobbered the man. He sent me off to get x-rays down which HURT! But they took me off the back board and let me stand up... which was only mildly more comfortable. When the x-rays were all done they sent me back down to emergency where I sat and waited and waited. Eventually the doctor showed up again and said that nothing serious was wrong, that they were going to give a soft collar to wear for 3 or so days and a prescription for Advil. Well that was all fine and dandy except for the part where I'M ALLERGIC TO ADVIL, as the little papers he'd filled out said. I thought, "Oh yah, our medical programs are good. Let's give the patients stuff they are allergic too!" So he changed the prescription to some other medication and sent me on my way. By this time is was 10:00pm... I had started hurting at 4:30pm. Mum and I stopped at McDonalds to get me some supper since I hadn't eaten since lunch time and then at Shoppers Drug Mart for the drugs. We headed home and got there around 11:15pm. I went inside, went upstairs, slipped out of my jeans into my pyjama bottoms and fell into my bed. That hurt. I started crying, again. I couldn't even find a comfortable position in which to sleep! I eventually found a semi-comfortable position and fell asleep. I woke up twice, at 2:15am and then at 7:30am, and then was woken up at 9:15am by my mum. She had made me a chiropractor appointement. NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! The pain the pain!! I refused to get out of bed but was eventually dragged out. And off we went. He told me that one of my ribs had been shifted (not broken) and was pressing into a nerve bundle in my shoulder. And then he tried to kill me. Ok, so he only tried to fix it but it felt like I was being killed. I couldn't stop crying. When that torture was over, we headed over to Millenium so I could tell Guy that I wouldn't be able to work all this weekend. I almost started crying in front of him. He said that it was fine and not to worry and just to keep them updated. But still, it was hard. I got a drink and we headed home. And so here I am now, sitting in my jeans and Justin's shirt (haven't been able to take it off because that would involve lifting arms over head, sorry Justin, I promise to return it clean, now that I have been to and from the hospital, home and slept in it) writing this. I have an ice pack on my shoulder and I feel like crying again I hurt so much. I miss my friends and I feel so lonely. So please, anyone reading this, call me or email me or something. Let me know that you are out there and care.
So yesterday I was at band camp (please no jokes) and we were playing football during our spare time. Well at some point I got squished and it sort of hurt my neck. Beca and I eventually headed back to the dorm, mostly to take pain-going-away drugs and my neck was getting sorer and sorer. I lay down on the floor of the dorm because it hurt too much to stand up.The rest of the people in my dorm decided it was too boring so went up to the main hall. I lay on the floor in there for the same reason. Supper time came but I couldn't sit up so I just stayed there. All through supper I lay on the floor in the common room. I kept trying to sit up but it made the world spin, and it kept getting black and fuzzy. There were these two spots on the ceiling that kept moving around. They looked like little tiny mice that were fighting. After supper my friends came out and asked how I was doing. I started crying... I was in so much pain! They went and found the adult-type people and they decided to call an ambulance. Jackie took over as first aider person and started C-spine while Becca started writing up a report and Katie packed up my things. Mr.Ralph called my parents and told them that we had called an ambulance and where to meet us. It was a very long time before the ambulance got there. I kept shaking and shuddering and I was so sore. Laura sat next to me holding my hand, and Justin sat down by my feet. Becca got a wet cloth and kept wiping off my face and wetting my lips, since I wasn't allowed to move to find some lypsil. Jackie was amazing. She remembered all the little things that had to be done and writing down and was really comforting. But her shirt kept snaking up her back so her underwear were showing, so Laura kept having to pull it down for her. It made me laugh. Eventually the ambulance showed up and the EMTs (Leslie and Fred) took pulses and blood pressures and the such and got me strapped onto a back board. And we were off. The first aider at camp (Mrs.Ludwig) followed behind the ambulance in her car. I was pretty scared and lonely. The ride was sooooo long. And then they got lost and then we got re-directed from St.Albert hospital to Stony Plain. I actually fell asleep in the ambulance I was in so much pain. I had brought my bear with me and they gave me this really creepy looking bear too. He kinda scared me. We finally made it to the hospital where my mum was waiting for me. I was taken into emergency and they took pulses and blood pressures and then such again. All the way in the ambulance they had been taking them every 15 minutes or so. Then the nurses asked me all the questions again. We were on the 5th round of the exact same questions at this point. Could they not have given them the paper where it was all written down? After that the doctor came and poked my shoulders and back asking, "Does this hurt? How about this? Does this one hurt?" I swear I wanted to kill the man. And then the killer question, "On a scale from 1 to 10, rate your pain..." If I still hasnt been strapped quite firmly to a back board, I would have jumped up and clobbered the man. He sent me off to get x-rays down which HURT! But they took me off the back board and let me stand up... which was only mildly more comfortable. When the x-rays were all done they sent me back down to emergency where I sat and waited and waited. Eventually the doctor showed up again and said that nothing serious was wrong, that they were going to give a soft collar to wear for 3 or so days and a prescription for Advil. Well that was all fine and dandy except for the part where I'M ALLERGIC TO ADVIL, as the little papers he'd filled out said. I thought, "Oh yah, our medical programs are good. Let's give the patients stuff they are allergic too!" So he changed the prescription to some other medication and sent me on my way. By this time is was 10:00pm... I had started hurting at 4:30pm. Mum and I stopped at McDonalds to get me some supper since I hadn't eaten since lunch time and then at Shoppers Drug Mart for the drugs. We headed home and got there around 11:15pm. I went inside, went upstairs, slipped out of my jeans into my pyjama bottoms and fell into my bed. That hurt. I started crying, again. I couldn't even find a comfortable position in which to sleep! I eventually found a semi-comfortable position and fell asleep. I woke up twice, at 2:15am and then at 7:30am, and then was woken up at 9:15am by my mum. She had made me a chiropractor appointement. NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! The pain the pain!! I refused to get out of bed but was eventually dragged out. And off we went. He told me that one of my ribs had been shifted (not broken) and was pressing into a nerve bundle in my shoulder. And then he tried to kill me. Ok, so he only tried to fix it but it felt like I was being killed. I couldn't stop crying. When that torture was over, we headed over to Millenium so I could tell Guy that I wouldn't be able to work all this weekend. I almost started crying in front of him. He said that it was fine and not to worry and just to keep them updated. But still, it was hard. I got a drink and we headed home. And so here I am now, sitting in my jeans and Justin's shirt (haven't been able to take it off because that would involve lifting arms over head, sorry Justin, I promise to return it clean, now that I have been to and from the hospital, home and slept in it) writing this. I have an ice pack on my shoulder and I feel like crying again I hurt so much. I miss my friends and I feel so lonely. So please, anyone reading this, call me or email me or something. Let me know that you are out there and care.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home