The other day I was rushed to hospital with panic attacks as I physically couldn't breathe. Chest pain, and horrific diarrhoea. Couldn't keep any fluids down. Then I couldn't stand up without passing out. My friend who in staying with had to help me to the toilet, but when I sat down I passed out (knickers round ankles and everything). Second time it happened he came to check on me and it looked like I was having a seizure.
The paramedics tried to help me to the ambulance, but it was too far and I collapsed again. Literally fell and couldn't move just by the ambulance steps. Took 20 mins to force me in and then all I could do was lie on the floor until I got the strength to get into the bed.
They made me use a commode (humiliating enough) at the hospital as I couldn't make it to the toilet. Next thing I knew I'm on the floor with am oxygen mask with them trying to bring me round.
16 hours of treatment later and I felt loads better, but they still wanted to keep me in for another night. I hate hospitals. Could now walk to the toilet alone and keep some fluids down. My friend said I could stay with him so I begged them to let me out. They reluctantly eventually agreed.
I still feel miserable but prefer the privacy here and Netflix. Eat when and what I want (although I've not managed more than a few spoons of soup so far) but I'm able to gradually increase my fluids now. Diarrhoea is still quite bad though so I'm grateful for the privacy there.
I have things to do today. Technically I'm functioning so do I just suck it up as I'm improving all the time? All I want to do is snug up in bed with some shit tv and maybe sleep 