So I just got out of the hospital this morning. My first remembered overnight stay in the hospital. I never want to do it again. And all because of stupid mosquitos.
Last Thursday I came back from a shopping trip in the capital and felt tired. I thought it was because I stayed up late reading the night before. However, around 7 I took my temperature and found it was around 101. So I took some pills and went to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night and still had it so took some more. Friday there was still only the fever, but I let the medical staff know. Saturday I suddenly could not get my body to accept any food more complicated than rice. Then Monday I actually began vomiting everything. My host mom is a nurse, so I was feeling looked after. When I talked to the medical doctor of the Peace Corps office that day she told me to come into the capital in the morning. I did and went to a medical center and got blood taken twice as well as a urine sample. The diagnosis was dengue.
The night I was transferred to Clinica Abreau. Nights at a hospital are not restful the nurses may fling open the door or turn on the lights. Also the first pillow they gave me was plastic. I was hooked up to an iv that was through a machine to give me a certain amount at a time. I got medicine fot the fever and nausea as well. In the morning around 5am is when they normally draw blood. I have had so much blood drawn, one more day and I was considering debating the necessity. Then on Wednesday, I got a sonogram and x-ray of my chest. My liver was inflamed and my gallbladder. Some more sleep and then I started having problems breathing because some liquid had entered my lungs. After a CT scan which was torturous because I had to be on my back the worst position to breath in at that point, I was taken to ICU for the night. I was not in terrible danger. It was simply easier to give me oxygen that way and make sure I was being observed. They would not give me anything strong for the back pain because of the inflammation and I had the hardest time getting to sleep, when I was partly out they turn the lights back on and take blood at 11 pm (that doesn’t mean they didn’t again the next day at 5 am). I also got to use a bed pan, sleep with a blood pressure cuff, get a sponge bath, and have a very restless night. The ICU was so hard to sleep in and I wanted to so much.
Eventually the next morning I get taken back to my room. I rested and my friend Tristan came to visit. He was good enough to stay two nights which helped tremendously. I forgot to tell you the iv machine had to be unplugged for me to use the bathroom and then I would have to haul it there and it didn’t easily got into the bathroom.
Now the fever is gone, I kept down juice yesterday and food today and I feel better. The scrapbook pictures are on Tristan’s camera so I don’t have any right now of how pathetic I looked. I was so giddy to get out this morning, I never want to spend another night in a hospital.
Update, finally got the pictures.