Oh my goodness, you guys! Yet another ER visit today, and this one was direly bad. I woke up this morning and just started praying to the porcelain god, vomiting anything and everything that was in my stomach. Began pushing fluids; bad idea. Within a minute of ingesting anything, it came right back up. Diarrhea started with gusto as well. I was the most miserable sack of potatoes you've ever seen, crying on the bathroom floor while my roommate watched and listened helplessly as I heaved up glasses of Gatorade and ice water. After four hours of this (during which time I must have had about
20 yakking episodes and at least 10 of the garden hose), my roommate called the hospital and they told me to come in immediately (might have been able to figure that out myself, but honestly, I was on a good streak - no ER visits for about
six weeks now).
My nurse and doctor were awesome; I waited maybe 15 minutes before they hooked me up to an IV and began pushing Zofran, an anti-vomiting drug usually used for chemo patients, and fluids. Doled out the Lomotil and dicyclomine as well. When the Zofran kicked in, I must have drank about a liter of ice water and soda, but could not quench the insatiable thirst I had. The nurse kept telling me, "Take it slow or it'll all come back up again!" They took blood and found I had an elevated WBC count, but my electrolytes were okay. I spent about four hours there and was sent home, where I promptly developed a 102-degree fever and more garden-hose, although I've been taking the Zofran by mouth religiously now and it seems to be helping a lot with the nausea.
My dad told me a typical GI bug doesn't usually cause elevated WBC, but does think it's one of those 24-hour guys. I certainly hope so. I feel like absolute @#$*! I know you guys understand. Oh, make it stop!!!