Hi all! If you read the post by my bf Jay_rough, he wrote about when we he got really sick, a few months later i got sick too. i wanted to write my side of the story.
I had eaten food from a chinese restruant the day before although i dun think that was why i got sick. I woke up at 11 the next day feeling like "whoa really sick". Anywayz, I got out of bed and called my mom and dad cause they were at workand I saidI was sick. They came home to see how I was. I began feeling really sick. I went to the dunny and had diarrhea really bad. I was thinking "oh no, what have i got" because I didnt know anything about sicknesses except some virus's we were doing in science.
Jay came over that day, I was kinda scared, more than usual because I threw up a couple of times when i was younger and it wasn't a biggie.
Anyway, he kept me company, he asked if there was anything he could do. I just said "make it stop" over and over again, rocking back and forth next to a stupid red bucket. I dunno why i was so scared, and that was sort of what made it scary. Its kinda because it felt so horrible, like my body was dying. i was crying and getting worse. throughout the day, jay stayed with me as i continued to vomit, then every 10 mins i had to go to the bathroom.
sleeping was really hard, i was so sick i couldn't sleep. My dad gave me some stuff to drink saying it would help me sleep. boy oh boy it did, i woke up in hospital. they said i had a stomach flu and "Shigellosis". I asked the nurse there how long i would be sick for and when she said 2 or so weeks, i totally freaked out. when i stopped sobbing the nurse got a pyscologist to come in and talk to me. After he was done, he said I had "emetophobia". I was like "whats that" and he said its a fear of vomiting. He definately got that right, i was petrified.
That night I had trouble sleeping again, so the next day after they gave me my antibodies, i got a nurse to call Jay in to come see me, i was in an iso cell so no-one else got sick. I hate being alone, especially when sick, its kinda scary because you just want somone else to know that youre sick.
Jay came in after like 10 minutes, i was glad to see him. I was still crying and shaky and just wanted it to end, to stop. Jay stayed a long time and talked with me, saying how he felt really sorry for me because the antibodies weren't as effective as the nurse thought. I was all drowsy and sick because of them.
It was a long week and a bit. Jay wouldcome inright after school and talk to me bless him.It seemed to last for-ever. When I got out I went straight to his house, he was so supportive, because my parents dropped in once or twice to see howI was doing but they just said get better soon.
Thats my story.