Actually, not you, us. We're sick as fuck. Ill doesn't even cover it.
The author is pictured at the ER (left) and the doctor's office (right).
It started as a respiratory virus with crazy aches. But then it randomly turned into a stomach issue where I couldn't keep any fluids down. That, with a high temperature, made me dehydrated so my blood pressure started dropping. So I wound up in the ER.
My dad works at my hometown hospital so aside from general misery, I felt okay about going. My mom came down too and snuggled me like I was five, as I assume I will do to Gbear if she ever has an ER visit, even as an adult. Anyway, after a night full of IV's delivering saline and nausea medicine, I was good to go.
The crazy thing is that the stomach bug ran its course within a day or two but respiratory infection just got worse, and MC got it too. MC, by the way, is not pictured here, but he's spent this entire time being super duper loving and attentive, getting me every glass of water or loving cuddle I've needed. And I'm not gonna lie, when I was like doubled over with pain before we went to the ER, he clearly looked like he was tearing up too, just from watching me look so agonized.
Anyway, we went back to the doc (this time just to our family doctor, pictured at the top), where we were told our viruses had both germinated the worst chest and ear infections she's seen in a while. Hilarious! So we still kinda feel like we got hit with a shit ton of bricks, but we're recovering. That's what's up over here!