article I took my pills, then left the office.
The next morning, I woke up in the ER.
My heart rate had been so high, I thought I was going to pass out.
I didn’t know if I had an infection, but I was sure that something was wrong.
I got checked out.
The next morning I woke in the hospital, with a needle sticking out of my arm.
My temperature was 102 degrees, and my blood pressure was nearly 140.
My doctor called my mother to check on me, but she was too terrified to call the emergency room.
I was told to call my mother and see her in about a half hour.
The nurse was very stern and said, “There is no way you can do this.”
I was so nervous that she was going be so upset with me, I didn the nurses first aid kit.
My mom brought me to the hospital bed and said she would take my blood and get me checked out for a few hours.
That’s how it ended.
When I got to the ER, I was immediately given my IVs and sent to the operating room.
But when I arrived, I had a nasty infection.
I lost my job and my health insurance.
My doctors recommended I go to the emergency department, and I did.
I spent three days in the emergency wing of the hospital.
I could hear them laughing, and that’s when I realized it was the nurse.
My nurse didn’t tell me anything about the needle.
I had no idea how I got it there.
I have no idea what I had done to hurt myself.
I don’t think I was aware of what was going on.
The nurse told me that if I wanted to go to an outpatient doctor, I needed to be a little more careful.
I told them I was fine, and then I started screaming.
I remember yelling that I was afraid, that I had never felt this bad in my life.
My body started to convulse.
My head started to hurt.
I couldn’t breathe.
I kept screaming at the nurse, telling her that I needed help.
I thought that if she cared about me, she would know what to do.
I needed someone to help me.
I went into the ER with all of my stuff, my stuff that I didn, what I was wearing, all of the stuff that was in my pockets, and tried to find some comfort.
I asked a nurse to give me a pill and a cup.
I took the pill, but it felt like the bottle was holding the bottle back.
I started to feel like I was floating, but then the needle started sticking out from my arm and it was getting stuck.
I put the needle back in the bottle and tried again.
I felt my heart rate going up, so I put my hand under the bottle.
My hand felt like it was going faster than I could blink.
I turned the dial up to 100.
I waited for the needle to go in.
It took about five minutes.
I finally had the pill.
I knew I was lucky.
It was the last pill that I took.
The doctor told me I would need a CAT scan the next day.
I’m so glad that I did because I’m not sure I could have survived.
When the doctor took my CAT scan, he gave me the best scan ever.
I still can’t believe it.
I’m so grateful to have this medical emergency.
I’ve lost a lot of weight.
I can’t eat and sleep, and it’s not helped my depression.
I haven’t felt the best of spirits in months, and when I have a day like today, I just feel so bad.
I just wish I could just go back to the office, sit in the waiting room and have a normal day.
The worst part is that my health care costs are so high.
The hospital bills are so much that it has been hard for me to make ends meet.
I am so thankful for the nurse who came to the rescue.
The first thing she did was ask if I was OK and if I needed anything.
I said I was okay, and she told me to get a cup and pill.
She handed me the pill and said I could take it.
I did, and within five minutes, I felt much better.
I woke early and went back to work.
I love my job, and this is what I have always wanted to do, but with a medical emergency like this, I can not afford to work without a plan.
I think that I’m going to need to start thinking about whether I want to go back or not.
I do not want to miss the rest of the week, and after my next shift, I plan to take a walk.
I will be back to school on Wednesday, and even though I have not had any time off since then, I have an itch to do something.
I want my kids to know that I do care about them and I want them to know what I went through.
I really hope that I