e.r.

okay, so i will try my hardest to eliminate any graphic imagery from this story.  which, i mind you, is difficult since the whole event was pretty disgusting.

so sunday, after helping safuego pick out flowers for her upcoming wedding, safuego and la actress, came back to my apt to see if we could actually put the centerpieces together ourselves. I made lunch, fresh green salad, romaine and spinach, corn, tomatoes...and a frozen baked pizza.

we watched some tv and then the girls went home.  pickle ate our leftovers, and then it started.

4:45 migraine

5:15 stomach pains

5:45 nausea and vomiting starts and continues every 25-30 min for the next 7 hours

9:00 get to ER,
so embarrassing, after checking in, i look for some where to sit and nobody will let me sit near them- probably because i looked like death and was carrying a large green bucket to throw up in, but still.... people suck.   so i finally find a place to sit, and precede to my bucket to... you know.

9:15 i go back to get a pee test and blood drawn, while a poor nurse named allison took my blood, i continued to..... you know.  while my wonderful boyfriend held my bucket.  after this, they told me i had to go back to the very crowded waiting area, but since i felt a rumble in the deepest part of my stomach, i knew that i did not want to be that far from a bathroom, so i refused.  i asked pickle to get me a diaper, (which they should really make in smaller sizes, the diaper came half way up my stomach, out my skinny jeans)   i looked so pathetic. (i also want to add,  that i didn't need my diaper, {it was precautionary})

9:30-11:30  i laid a towel down on the floor next to a chair for pickle to sit in, (near a bathroom, in the triage area), and curled up in the fetal position on it.

11:30 an angel of a male nurse brought me a stretcher to lie on and a couple warm blankets since i was shivering.  (yep i was shivering wearing two sweaters of mine and using pickles huge one as a blanket, i know i am overly dramatic but i felt like i was going to die.)  of course moving into the stretcher made me have to ....you know some more.

1:30 am  a wonderfully cute/young/ the girl version of doogey howser m.d., came to check me out, she gave me two bags of saline, poked and prodded all my organs to make sure i didn't have appendicitis, pancreatitis, or any ---itis.

1:45 am as soon as the saline drip had time to work, i started to come back to life.  but weird, as the saline goes in, you become ice cold from the inside out.  i'm sure anyone who has had an iv knows the feeling, it sucks.

3:00 am pickle gets me home and to bed.

5:00 am i wake up, because you know why.

......and finally the demon is out of me.

it is now wed. and i am just now eating normal meals and feeling normal.  wow, worst sickness i have ever had: fastest progressing, most dehydrating, grossest, most cholera-like poisoning ever.... and......i did it to myself.

so glad my friends and pickle didn't get sick.  man, do i love my boyfriend and my dog who took such good care of me, they are the best.

and the culprit,  i blame the spinach. Because fairly recently (6-8 mo's ago)  in so cal there was a salmonella/spinach scare. never again will i eat uncooked spinach, but in the fight of salmonella vs kim montoya, i think i should call it a tie.