Where'd I go?

Well blog land. The past 48 hours for me have been filled with woe, pain and experiences to back up my true distaste of hospitals.

I'm not saying that hospitals are horrible places by far...It's just that I have never felt fully comfortable in a hospital. Anyway I have been in so much pain I swear someone was cursing me for every bad thing I've done in my life and God was punishing me for skipping church. So finally I caved into my mothers argument and went to the ER with her. I was admitted for the night, and had blood work done and had an IV which by far was probably the worst part for me...

I am a giant baby when it comes to needles, I have swallowed that fear a few times because it goes by quickly or because of the blood shortage going on in the world. But honestly, every time I have given blood they have always been able to find my vain on the first go. How is it that they needed two people to find it in a hospital? Grr. They gave me fluids and morphine so I wouldn't bow in pain anymore. (as a side note my mother was with me the whole time.) I had to drink this horribly nasty liquid so they could do a CT scan. It turns out i have a genetic disorder called Colitis, which is the basic swelling of a bowel causing horrible pain and digestive issues.

I was given antibiotics and more pain killers and finally released around 2 o'clock the next day. I will say that hospitals do not have the best accommodations for sleep because my room was by the bathroom and doors kept being slammed shut. ughh.
I have never been so happy to see my messy bedroom before, and except for the slight hit of dizziness I've suffered from the meds I am doing a lot better and am glad now that I at least know whats wrong with me.

Its on to the onslaught of work and grad parties for me...o how will I survive?