So, I was in the hospital for almost two days…
CW: Medical stuff, talk of needles, talk of injuries, mental health, vomiting, other generally unsettling feelings and topics.
It was torture. All the staff were lovely and kind, but the doctors kept trying to treat everything wrong with me except what I was there for. Yes, I know I have vitamin deficiencies, I’m allergic to half of the foods that exist in this wide world. Yes, I know I have a few healing bone fractures in my body and arthritis in more than half of my joints. Yes, my white blood cell count is high, I just spent the last two days vomiting because I really wanted some goddamn onions, but they’re one of my worst allergies.
I was joking with my friends, when I had a free arm or even just hand that didn’t have a needle in it, that I looked like Ed Gein’s pincushion. Looking at my right arm right now, I see four needle holes in just the bend of my arm. There’s many more further down, but I don’t feel like counting all the ones I can still see.
In the 38 hours I was there, I got maybe two hours of sleep in intermittent fifteen minute naps. I’m pretty sure sleep deprivation is illegal under the Geneva conventions, so that’s part of why I’m joking about it being torture.
Anyway - I don’t really want to talk about what I was there for, but I couldn’t walk when I went in, and I walked home from the hospital, so the torture was successful. My leg is still being repaired with medication, but at least I can walk and am no longer in a delirious fog. Though I will be nauseous for the next week because the meds I need to fix my leg are ones I’m mildly allergic to (vomiting reaction).
Also, I got a few cool things to keep, like grippy socks and a decent quality water bottle with ounce labels on it (the nurse joked that it’s the most expensive water bottle I’ll ever own lol) and I rediscovered my love of baked zucchini.
… I never got my prune juice I was promised tho.
Sorry to anyone who started looking at my blog for my SFA fanart and got curious enough to read this lol