But if you weren't there/stepped outside for 25 min/just want to hear the story, here it is.
It's Ryans suprise b-day party, Me and Danny are playing "I've Never..." where you drink if you have done what the person just said they have never done. We go back and forth and both drink from the same gatorade bottle of vodka with Dr. P for the chaser. After about 6 or 7 sips i had drunk about half the bottle (10 oz.).....if that. I decide i've had enough since i had a pretty good buzz going and start drinking Rockstar. I drink maybe a third of the can.
I then go into danny's room and lay on his bed with jamie. After some smooching we just relax and chat. My stomache starts to feel funny and i figure its gas....not gas. Tossing and turning for a good 5 minutes i take some friends advice and head to the bathroom to let it out of whichever end it needs to come out of. The pain grows and with jamie in the bathroom i try to make myself throw up to stop the pain. First off, i hate throwing up ever, but now i am sticking my finger down my throat to get whatever i can out. All it is is stomache acid, no good. Another 5 minutes pass on the floor of the bathroom and i can't take it anymore. Jamie is calling anyone she can for advice of what to do and i hear people banging on the bathroom door to open it up. I open the door and fall on the floor as i am quickly surrounded by half the heads at the party. I hear everyone asking me whats wrong and telling me things it could be, which dont help (but thank you) since it still hurts like hell anyways. I finally give in to my pain and yell for an abulance. I am picked up by....i dont know...and taken to devins car where we race to Los Al Memorial(seriously NASCAR status). We get to the hospital and all rush to the ER.
By now i have to be helped by Randall and Devin(the saints) into the waiting room. My parents head in after us, recently getting a call from jamie to head to the hospital. Im in the waiting chair and i cant keep my feet still, i am sweating like a cold drink, my entire arms are numb, my eyes can't focus on anything and my mouth is so dry i beg for water. The nurses near by said i cant drink it so i have to swish it and spit it. This continued to happen due to me hyperventilating, caused by a panic attack from the pain. Hyperventilating causes low levels of CO2 in the blood and the following: dizziness or lightheadedness, shortness of breath, belching, bloating, dry mouth, weakness, confusion, sleep disturbances, numbness and tingling in your arms or around your mouth, muscle spasms in hands and feet, chest pain, and palpitations. I suffered from 8 of those. But after maybe 5 minutes of waiting i head into my room and lay on the bed quickly to get hooked up to an IV and get a blood sample taken.
I fell asleep sometime after getting hooked up (some of the the time in the ER was a blur) and awoke to my dad asking me how i felt.
"How do you feel?""I feel like throwing up""Like throwing up?" BLAAAAAAAAH, all over the floor. But it felt damn good....during and after. The nurses cleaned it up and then gave me a bucket, which i never used. Four hours later when my test results came back they had found that my blood sugar leves were through the roof, my potasium levels were abnormally low (normal is 22-29, low is 19-21....i was at 14), and my bicarbinate was also low. They fixed me up with an orange juice and potassium cocktail and ran a few more tests before they said i was good to go. The whole hospital trip was from about midnight to 7am.
Was it the rockstar? was it the vodka? or do i just have an F-ed up stomach? I dont know and no one is sure. But with out my friends and loved ones there to help me, i would have been so alone, in pain, with nowhere to look for help. I owe my life to those who helped me that night, and I realize you never know how good your friends really are until you are in need. And you never know who cares about you until you see all the messages on your phone and online from everyone who is worried about you. I know im a pussy, but ill admit it makes me cry to know i have people like that in my life. And i can only hope one day you'll need a favor from me.
For all of the concered, it is the greatest feeling to know that people care about you and your well-being. I can't ask for greater friends, because there are none.
