My story
Feb 14, 2020 23:44:35 GMT -5
Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Feb 14, 2020 23:44:35 GMT -5
Some of you know this story, but some of you don't. It's my story of what happened to me, starting 9 years ago from today. I'm not exactly sure why I'm choosing to share/retell it, since it wasn't anything good. It's just something I can't seem to forget, especially around this time of year. Anyway, here's my story.
February 14th, 2011 was when it happened. I was only 13 at the time, still barely halfway through 7th grade. The majority of the day went on as normal as it could have gone. I went to school that day, got back home, and went out to eat with my family for Valentine's Day. It was only after I got back home when I started feeling noticeably off. A while after being home from the restaurant, I went and told my mom that I was cold. At first, mom didn't think much of it. She gave me a blanket and told me to go lie in my bed. I did that for a short while, but I just couldn't get comfortable. So, I went back downstairs and complained to my mom again that I was freezing. After my mom looked at me closer, she took me into the bathroom and handed me the thermometer and took my temperature. The night ended with me going to bed with a fever of 101.5 degrees Fahrenheit. When I woke up the next morning, my temperature was up to 103.
For the next few days, my temperature fluctuated between 100-104. Then, it took a turn for the worst. On February 18th at around 4am, my fever climbed all the way up to 106. It was really bad at this point. I'd been running very high fevers for four straight days, and I was extremely weak because I'd barely eaten anything at all since everything started. I was probably dehydrated too, since I hadn't been drinking much either. I couldn't keep anything down, even medicine. Since it had gotten so bad at such a late hour, my dad had to carry me down the stairs so that he and my mom could keep an eye on me for the remainder of the night. However, before any of us could go back to sleep, my parents had to get my fever down first. Since I couldn't keep medicine down long enough, and since it probably would've taken too long for it to have a big effect, my parents had to resort to other methods. They kept rubbing my face with cold, wet wash cloths. They also kept putting ice on me, and they made me suck on ice cubes. After my parents managed to lower my fever to 103, we all went to sleep.
When I went to the doctor the next morning, my temperature was still between 103 and 104. At this point, I was also wheezy and short of breath. The doctors made me sit there with an oxygen mask on, and I had to breathe from that with the oxygen machine running for at least twenty minutes. Diagnosed with the flu, the doctors prescribed me three different medicines. Since my breathing was so bad, they were actually treating me for pneumonia. Also, seeming very worried, the doctors told my parents to take me to the emergency room if anything worsened.
The rest of this is where it gets fuzzy, not because it's been nine years since the occurrence, but because I was so sick. I remember not feeling like doing anything else other than sleeping, and that's about all. It was March before I was recovered enough to return to school. So, the whole thing lasted from February 14th - March something. It actually took even longer for me to fully recover from all of it, since I kept getting sick with stuff after, but all that's part of a different story.
To add to all the craziness, everyone in my family except for my mom came down with the flu at the same time. My dad, older sister, twin sister, and I all had it together. I was the first to come down with it, and I was also the last to get rid of it.
So, that's my flu story. It's been nine years, and I still remember it all so clearly. It's not a good memory to have, but at least I have a story to tell.
Also, for all the Celsius people, here are the conversions for the fevers:
100 = 37.7
101.5 = 38.6
103.5 = 39.7
104 = 40.0
106 = 41.1
February 14th, 2011 was when it happened. I was only 13 at the time, still barely halfway through 7th grade. The majority of the day went on as normal as it could have gone. I went to school that day, got back home, and went out to eat with my family for Valentine's Day. It was only after I got back home when I started feeling noticeably off. A while after being home from the restaurant, I went and told my mom that I was cold. At first, mom didn't think much of it. She gave me a blanket and told me to go lie in my bed. I did that for a short while, but I just couldn't get comfortable. So, I went back downstairs and complained to my mom again that I was freezing. After my mom looked at me closer, she took me into the bathroom and handed me the thermometer and took my temperature. The night ended with me going to bed with a fever of 101.5 degrees Fahrenheit. When I woke up the next morning, my temperature was up to 103.
For the next few days, my temperature fluctuated between 100-104. Then, it took a turn for the worst. On February 18th at around 4am, my fever climbed all the way up to 106. It was really bad at this point. I'd been running very high fevers for four straight days, and I was extremely weak because I'd barely eaten anything at all since everything started. I was probably dehydrated too, since I hadn't been drinking much either. I couldn't keep anything down, even medicine. Since it had gotten so bad at such a late hour, my dad had to carry me down the stairs so that he and my mom could keep an eye on me for the remainder of the night. However, before any of us could go back to sleep, my parents had to get my fever down first. Since I couldn't keep medicine down long enough, and since it probably would've taken too long for it to have a big effect, my parents had to resort to other methods. They kept rubbing my face with cold, wet wash cloths. They also kept putting ice on me, and they made me suck on ice cubes. After my parents managed to lower my fever to 103, we all went to sleep.
When I went to the doctor the next morning, my temperature was still between 103 and 104. At this point, I was also wheezy and short of breath. The doctors made me sit there with an oxygen mask on, and I had to breathe from that with the oxygen machine running for at least twenty minutes. Diagnosed with the flu, the doctors prescribed me three different medicines. Since my breathing was so bad, they were actually treating me for pneumonia. Also, seeming very worried, the doctors told my parents to take me to the emergency room if anything worsened.
The rest of this is where it gets fuzzy, not because it's been nine years since the occurrence, but because I was so sick. I remember not feeling like doing anything else other than sleeping, and that's about all. It was March before I was recovered enough to return to school. So, the whole thing lasted from February 14th - March something. It actually took even longer for me to fully recover from all of it, since I kept getting sick with stuff after, but all that's part of a different story.
To add to all the craziness, everyone in my family except for my mom came down with the flu at the same time. My dad, older sister, twin sister, and I all had it together. I was the first to come down with it, and I was also the last to get rid of it.
So, that's my flu story. It's been nine years, and I still remember it all so clearly. It's not a good memory to have, but at least I have a story to tell.
Also, for all the Celsius people, here are the conversions for the fevers:
100 = 37.7
101.5 = 38.6
103.5 = 39.7
104 = 40.0
106 = 41.1