Mom and dad went off to Gothenburg to help one of the sisters move around 11-ish in the morning. I stayed home. Kept awake for a couple of minutes, went to bed, slept for a moment, got on the computer for a couple of minutes, went back to bed, and repeated this process until the parents came home in the evening.
I went downstairs and suddenly felt very washed out, imminent pass-out creeping upon me. Shakily dashed up the stairs and into the bathroom. Stayed on the floor for a little while. Managed to stumble out to the couch where I laid in a groggy haze. Mom came up, took my condition surprisingly calmly by asking what to feed me. Answered porridge. Managed to sit up and swallow two spoons. Mom suggested hot cocoa and a sandwich, to which I agreed. Wobbled down the stairs. Sat by the table at first but quickly moved to the living room floor with my eats. Gave up on trying to eat one or two gulps of cocoa and two tiny nibbles on the sandwich later.
Switched between lying on the floor and sitting up straight, shaking like those with Parkinson do, zoning out to the point of being minimum conscious. Mom made a call and then dad drove us in to the hospital. They put me in bed in a room, adorned my wrist with the little band featured in the picture above, checked my pulse, blood pressure, breathing and glucose (?) (which was high and attributed to not having eaten anything since early that morning). Then another nurse came to wheel me over to a room where the ear-nose-throat doctor would look me over.
-- It's very surreal to experience first-hand seeing the ceiling tiles dash past your eyes and being vaguely aware of the hospital surroundings, instead of watching someone else go through it on the tv screen. --
Felt slightly more aware by this point. Doctor checked me out and she figured it'd turned out this way due to my troubles with breathing/sleeping/eating properly and trying to deal with a viscous illness. She also stated what previous people had already said "go home, rest, wait for results, that's all there is to it right now, you don't have anything we can treat right now". And so we did.
So, basically, my body broke down a little yesterday. Today we're all helping out in repairing it back to health. Unfortunately it'll take a bit longer to feel better than I thought, but at least I'm staying alive, eh? *winks at James*
Sorry for putting this up here but I figured you guys should know what's going down. Not that I think it'll get any worse from here on in... probably. I will survive and all that jazz :]
