Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Sept 25, 2015 0:12:16 GMT -5
Some of you have been around long enough to know about this experience in my life, but some of you were not here. I told this story back in 2013, but I feel like this one is more well-written.
In mid-February of 2011, I experienced something that I refer to as a “near-death experience.” What started out as a normal Valentine’s Day holiday, turned upside down in what seemed like a heartbeat. I went to school, and everything went smoothly, but later after going out to eat that night, I began to feel feverishly cold. I ignored it for a while, since it was the middle of winter, after all. However, I was still cold after being back at home for a while, and with the heat going in the house, I should have felt pretty comfortable. So, I told my mom that I was feeling very cold. She took my temperature, and it was 102 degrees. After I was given medicine for the fever, I was sent to bed.
Three days had passed, and I had been running a high fever, pretty much since it all started. However, for some odd reason or another, I woke up the following Friday (I had missed Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday of that school week) with a normal temperature, and because I had missed so much already, my parents sent me to school. During homeroom (I was in seventh grade at the time, so that is why I had homeroom as a class), I spoke to a very good friend of mine, and she could tell that I still was not feeling well. Despite how I was feeling, however, I managed to stay at school throughout the remainder of the day.
The following night was when things started to turn for the worst. I woke up in the middle of the night, and I got sick to my stomach. After that, my father came into my bedroom, and he took my temperature. This time it was 106 degrees. Had it not been four in the morning, I probably would have gone to the hospital, but since it was so late in the night/ early in the morning, my parents carried me downstairs and laid me in their bed so they could watch me over night. While I was still awake, they kept rubbing my face with a cold, wet washcloth, and they made me suck on ice in attempt to lower the fever, at least temporarily, since I couldn’t keep medicine down. They managed to get my temperature down to 104 before they let me go back to sleep. I woke up later on, and my temperature was still above 103. I stayed in my parents’ bed for the rest of the weekend, but I still wasn’t doing any better by the time it was over.
I was taken to the doctor while my siblings were at school. Even though it had been two to three days since my temperature had risen to 106 and a week since the whole thing started, I still had a fever of 103, and I was still getting sick a lot. I tested positive for the flu, and the doctor said to take me to the emergency room if I got any worse, for it was hard for me to even breathe at that point. When I took a breath, I sounded all wheezy and stuff like that. Even though I had the flu, I was treated like I had pneumonia. I was given three different medicines to take daily for several amount of days, and my parents were told to keep me out of school for the rest of the week. Even though I had started breathing better a day or two after I started taking medicine and my temperature was not as high, I was still very weak because I had barely eaten anything in over a week. It took me until the first of March to fully recover and be well enough to return to school. So, this is the long story of when I had the flu.
In mid-February of 2011, I experienced something that I refer to as a “near-death experience.” What started out as a normal Valentine’s Day holiday, turned upside down in what seemed like a heartbeat. I went to school, and everything went smoothly, but later after going out to eat that night, I began to feel feverishly cold. I ignored it for a while, since it was the middle of winter, after all. However, I was still cold after being back at home for a while, and with the heat going in the house, I should have felt pretty comfortable. So, I told my mom that I was feeling very cold. She took my temperature, and it was 102 degrees. After I was given medicine for the fever, I was sent to bed.
Three days had passed, and I had been running a high fever, pretty much since it all started. However, for some odd reason or another, I woke up the following Friday (I had missed Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday of that school week) with a normal temperature, and because I had missed so much already, my parents sent me to school. During homeroom (I was in seventh grade at the time, so that is why I had homeroom as a class), I spoke to a very good friend of mine, and she could tell that I still was not feeling well. Despite how I was feeling, however, I managed to stay at school throughout the remainder of the day.
The following night was when things started to turn for the worst. I woke up in the middle of the night, and I got sick to my stomach. After that, my father came into my bedroom, and he took my temperature. This time it was 106 degrees. Had it not been four in the morning, I probably would have gone to the hospital, but since it was so late in the night/ early in the morning, my parents carried me downstairs and laid me in their bed so they could watch me over night. While I was still awake, they kept rubbing my face with a cold, wet washcloth, and they made me suck on ice in attempt to lower the fever, at least temporarily, since I couldn’t keep medicine down. They managed to get my temperature down to 104 before they let me go back to sleep. I woke up later on, and my temperature was still above 103. I stayed in my parents’ bed for the rest of the weekend, but I still wasn’t doing any better by the time it was over.
I was taken to the doctor while my siblings were at school. Even though it had been two to three days since my temperature had risen to 106 and a week since the whole thing started, I still had a fever of 103, and I was still getting sick a lot. I tested positive for the flu, and the doctor said to take me to the emergency room if I got any worse, for it was hard for me to even breathe at that point. When I took a breath, I sounded all wheezy and stuff like that. Even though I had the flu, I was treated like I had pneumonia. I was given three different medicines to take daily for several amount of days, and my parents were told to keep me out of school for the rest of the week. Even though I had started breathing better a day or two after I started taking medicine and my temperature was not as high, I was still very weak because I had barely eaten anything in over a week. It took me until the first of March to fully recover and be well enough to return to school. So, this is the long story of when I had the flu.