March 24 to 27, 2010
I was hospitalized on a Wednesday and discovered I had a heart condition. I remember waiting for several hours to be seen by a doctor. It was past midnight, and only one was on duty. When it came to my turn, I said that the pregnant woman should be checked out first for obvious reasons. About 15 minutes later, I rushed up and tried to get to the bathroom, but I threw up on the floor and passed out instead. I woke up in the morning completely dizzy and unable to breathe. I tried to get up and fell out of bed, gasping for breath. A nurse came in and gave me CPR while I was blacking out. I didn’t even know they still did that in hospitals. You’d think that they used machines and equipment or something instead. I’m not complaining though; human contact is always better. I went to school to do a maths competition on the Friday and went back to the hospital right after. I was released Saturday when I was able to walk around without feeling dizzy.
Despite that, I wasn’t able to digest any actual food for about 20 days and lost 30 pounds during that period. When I first started eating again, the only things my body could handle were steamed baby carrots and broccoli. For a long time, that’s all I ate. I would test myself, have a bite of meat and fish every now and then just to see how I’d react to it. It never ended well. To this day, I’m still an unintentional pescetarian because of how badly my stomach reacts to actual meat.
Happy anniversary to some of the worst days of my life.
