This past week is nurses week. Most hospitals celebrate their nurses by throwing them big lunch-ins or something, or maybe give a silly goody bag full of candy. I'm very disappointed. Maybe it's because I work night shift and we always get the leftovers, but we didn't get anything for nurses week this year.
I did develop a new appreciation for nurses and zofran. I went into work last night feeling horrible. Around 5:30 pm a sudden mess of yuck came over me. I had a horrible headache that turned quickly to migraine. Nausea was soon to follow, with dizziness and the feeling of being light headed was right behind it. I got out of my car and made it to the elevator praying I would not pass out in the elevator. My entire body was shaking so badly. I ran into two of my middle school teachers Mrs. Bracco and Mr. Bailey in the elevator (apparently they are married now-weird). It was hard to make small talk when I felt so horrible but it helped me not concentrate on how horrible I felt. I clocked in and managed to make it to the nurses station where the nurse passing off to me noticed I was NOT right. I could feel the color leave my face and was ready to fall out. I stuck out 4 hours of the shift waiting for someone to come in to replace me, but as soon as I had relief I walked myself (scared I'd pass out in the tunnel underground and no one would find me for hours) to the ER on the other side of the street. They took me back right away to check my vitals. They were ALL normal. Then they checked my heart. NORMAL. Put in an IV and took some blood to run some labs. Everything NORMAL. There was no known reason for the way I was feeling. They gave me a liter of IV fluid and some zofran and I perked right up. I felt like such a wimpy kid and no doubt I was a horrible patient. Thanks Alex and Christina for being my nurses last night!
