I Hate Being Sick

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You know what's worse than being sick for about two weeks? Spending about eight hours in the emergency room while feeling miserable!

I've said it before, and I'll say it again - nurses - my god, are they the most patient people or what? I don't know how they do it. I'm a fairly impatient and stubborn person as it, and to throw in the usual crankiness that comes with being sick... and to multiply that with however many patients the nurses are dealing with at a time.... my goodness.

On Eid, I woke up with a little sore throat that progressively got worse and then I developed a cold (runny nose, sneezing, coughing, the works) from that. That, as annoying as it is to be sick, was manageable with plenty of soup and liquids.

Unfortunately, a few days later it turned into a nasty viral. I went to the doctor's on Tuesday last week and was told if it didn't get better within 24 hours, I need to head to the E.R. Well, I waited over 48 hours and then bright and early on Thursday morning headed to the emergency room.

An I.V plus three shots via the IV line, a couple of tests and over eight hours later I made my way back home.

The last week for me has comprised mostly of sleep, plenty of rest, and LOTS of liquids... and fortunately, I feel so much better (just not completely fine yet).

Now, if I could just get rid of this cough too...

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E.R.

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Hospitals. Ugh. I hate them.

Monday evening, my mom was hospitalized for a pretty severe asthma attack and although she started receiving treatment right off the bat in the emergency room, we had to wait over six hours before she was seen by the doctor. Not only that, but the sight was shocking - patients were laying around in the lobbies and hallways and basically anywhere the beds were able to roll. I have to admit that I was pretty surprised to see that in New Jersey.

But what matters is the care my mom received in the hospital.. and fortunately she received pretty good care. Overall, the nurses and doctors were really nice and took pretty good care of my mom... but of course nothing beats being home.

At this point I have been up for well over 48 hours and I am exhausted (Monday night my brothers and I got home from the hospital really late and then I couldn't sleep because I am a worry-wart and then last night I stayed in the hospital with my mom). Throughout the night, I felt like every five minutes a nurse, an aide, or someone would come in to do one thing or another. But, my god, I have to give them credit for their patience and the way they carry themselves. I know there is no way I would be able to do what they do day in and day out. Throughout the day, considering it was the summer, many student doctors would be coming in and out and it was interesting to see the contrast between them and practiced doctors.