It’s hard to win sometimes

Trying to sit here and start feeling better is simply impossible when the medicine you are on makes you miserable. Modern medicine is a strange thing really.These antibiotics are making me want to vomit, but I have 7 more days to go with them.

I remember when I had the flu in high school. After vomiting over 40 times I was rushed to the emergency room. For whatever reason, I just couldn’t stop vomiting. The doctor that was seeing me prescribed an anti-nausea medicine. It was amazing! I was in school the next day. The nausea stopped almost immediately upon starting the medicine.

I made it to 5th period completely fine, this was the class following my lunch break. No nausea, sweats or any flu related symptoms.

But then, 1/2 way through 5th period (my Spanish class, but that is irrelevant), my head started to feel strange. I didn’t mention it to anyone at first because it seemed to be unreal. I felt as if my eyes were being tugged up and back into my head. It was so faint though, I didn’t think it was really an issue. I thought to myself that it probably was just a headache.

The bell rang and the strange feeling in my head was not increasing so I decided to continue onto 6th period.

after making the walk across the school and down to the first floor where my biology class was my head was really hurting. It felt as if someone was grabbing the back of my hair and pulling my head back. To top it off, it also felt like some invisible force was grabbing my eyeballs and forcing them to roll back into my head. It increased steadily throughout the class.

Unfortunately for me we had a substitute who didn’t know all that much of what to do. When I mentioned what I was feeling to two classmates, they thought I was joking. When I got up to grab something one of them even pulled the chair back a little when I tried to sit back down as a joke.

My vision started getting blurry and I began to panic. The substitute told me to go get water. I guess because some of the students were taking it as a joke, she thought I was pulling her leg.

I got out into the hallway and walked just around the corner to the nearest water fountain. I tried to bend forward to get a sip, but I couldn’t. As fast as I could I turned to walk back to my class to get helped.

A few feet from the door I felt my head jerk back. I was fully aware of the situation (which seemed even stranger to me). My body crashed onto the ground just feet from my door. My body jerked and convulsed on the floor. It was as if something was trying to get my head to bend back and down to my feet. My eyes were going in and out of vision. They were rolling to back behind my eyelids and then forward again.

Then I laid there flat. It was over, or was it?

Someone yelled my name. It was the girl who pulled the chair out from under me. She rushed to my side, as did a friend of mine from inside the classroom. Before I knew it the substitute was helping me up from the ground and into the classroom. She screamed for two students to run to the clinic and get help.

I made it to the entryway of the classroom, right near the teachers desk and I collapsed again. I started convulsing all over again.

Before I knew it the nurse was there, as was the assistant principle and two security guards. All were saying different things to me. Then my body calmed down. The nurse asked if I wanted a sprite (this is a true story, she really thought that would solve the issue apparently).

I said no.

Then they asked if I had done drugs. That was comical because I didn’t even start to drink alcohol until I had graduated from high school. I was a goodie goodie. The one that you hated.

I said no again. As I said no and before the next question could be asked I started to convulse again. My body jerked around on the ground and students started to panic. Security moved them out into the hall. I screamed, “what the heck is going on!” I screamed in pain while I convulsed on the ground.

The bell rang, meaning the school day was over. At that same moment the paramedics arrived. I was strapped to a gurney while continuing to convulse.

Two paramedics, the assistant principle, principle, nurse and my substitute all rushed next to me to the elevator. I was taken up to the main floor and pushed past all the students as I convulsed.

As the doors to the front drive burst open I could see the security guard pushing people back out of the way. I was lifted into the ambulance. I was terrified!

Worst of all, I could tell everyone was freaked out by it. I was completely conscious and aware while having seizures.

Then I heard yelling. Someone was fighting their way through the crowd and battling it out with the school administrators, paramedics and security. My mother burst into the ambulance.

They kept forcing her out. They were afraid I had caught some unknown virus. My symptoms made no logical since to anyone involved.

It turned out to be a dystonic reaction to one of the chemicals in the anti-nausea medicine I was given the night before. This is basically an allergic reaction. As soon as I was in the emergency room I was given some medicine and I was completely fine again.

The point of this story is that modern medicine is so wonky. You do what you are told and you end up replacing one medical issue with another.

I sit here fighting off Strep Throat by taking Penicillin. 4 pills a day, 500mg each. My throat is slowly, but surely feeling better bit by bit. The issue is that my stomach is feeling worse and worse every second, every day. These pills are causing me to be nauseous.

You can’t freaking win with somethings. For me, I can’t win with my health and well-being.