30 Day Challenge 15

We are halfway there! I’ve really enjoyed reading everyone’s responses so far. My objective (to know more about my RtB fiends) is paying off. Seriously, I LOLd at Greg winning a box of Jell-o for a Bingo prize. HAAaaaa

So…the final countdown. It’s go time.

Day 15
What is the sickest you’ve ever been? (Not including infant ailments you can’t remember.)

In 1983, when I was three months pregnant with Lars and visiting family in Dallas, Mavis and I took the husbands out to Bennigan’s, where I ate a delicious steak that also happened to be laced with some evil bacteria. I ended up in the emergency room at the local hospital. Get this: they made meĀ stand up to give blood. Nice, eh? A little armrest thingy folded down from the wall, and they bled me while I stood there. As you might expect, I was dehydrated, nauseated and weak from the constant barfing, and wound up on the floor. Kablam.

I worried every day that Lars was going to be infected somehow. You can imagine my relief and happiness six months later (as well as every single day in the 27 years that followed).

So do you remember being so sick you wanted to expire? I’ll wait till after breakfast to read; I’ve made myself kind of ooky. *hORk*

16 thoughts on “30 Day Challenge 15

  1. Rae

    OH, man. Shelby Hospital. It was about 5 or 6 hours after I got burned and they didn’t know how much pain killers to give me, basically, because I drifted off a few times during the whole process from the pain. So… I woke up and Heffe was there… and I couldn’t focus on anything and I literally felt like I was in that ride at the old-fashioned fairs where it spins so fast you get stuck to the wall while the bottom drops down…? You know the one. Well, that was real life at the time. Then I “flung” myself out of the bed the way a cheetah would, only I thought it was like a cheetah, and I went DOWN. Every plug, tube and cable that was connected to me was pulled out. I dragged myself to the bathroom and prepared for the End of Days… and nothing happened. I felt so bad that I couldn’t even ralph. I would have rather and probably would have felt better if I did, but I never did.

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    1. Rat Fink Post author

      Ugh, girl. I remember that injury like it was yesterday — I’m sure you do, too! You should tell the fiends what happened. It’s amazing that you have a hand left at all.

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  2. Greg

    Mono when I was 35–worst sore throat, had trouble sleeping and still going to school every day. Finally went to the doctor who suggested a liver scan. I chickened out on it and asked the doctor for a mono-positive test. After I knew what it was, I could finally start sleeping again. I was out of school for 3 weeks. By the third week, I was climbing the walls with nothing to occupy my time–actually looked forward to returning to work again.

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    1. Rat Fink Post author

      Mono at 35!! That is crazy. I’d actually love 3 weeks off school right now, but at 35? No way. Poor kid!

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  3. RD

    When I was about 6 or 7 years old, I came down with a severe case of measles. At this time there was no vacine or even much treatment for the measles. You just had to see it through. So that I wouldn’t contaminate my siblings, I was isolated in my bedroom for at least a week. Early on, I was so sick that I couldn’t eat. The belief at that time was that when you had the measles, light was a bad thing for the eyes, so my parents kept the room in total darkness 24 – 7. That was a LONG week for me.
    Another was a bicyle accident. I hit a curb, went flying over the handlebars and landed on a concrete driveway. I was knocked out and also broke my collar bone. For Xrays, they made me lay on the side of my body of the broken collarbone. That was the most excruciating pain I’ve experienced. I had trouble with vertigo for at least two years following this accident.
    My third tale – heart bypass surgery — five bypasses. I won’t go into any detail about that. It was successful, for which I am very thankful and praise the Lord. Thanks, Fink and Thriller, for visiting me during my recuperation and for the goody basket too.

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    1. Rat Fink Post author

      Oh my — all I can say is I’m glad you’re still with us after all that! I remember the old husbands’ tale about darkness and measles. You are blessed indeed, my fiend — and loved. :-)

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  4. BoomR

    Having my tonsils out shortly after HS graduation day. BLECH… That was a sore throat, nausea, and pain like I’ve never EVER had before in my life. I’ll spare you the rest of the gross details, though. Clearly there is a reason why they get taken out while kids are young…

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    1. Rat Fink Post author

      I have heard that having tonsils out as an adult is MUCH more painful and harder to recover from than having them out as a kid. The Thriller, who had his tonsils out at 7 years old, just remembers ice cream and Jell-o. I’ve talked to other people (adults) who had theirs out and remember only misery — like you! BLAH. It’s a fear of mine that I’ll have to have mine out. They may as well stick a fork in me at that point. LOL

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  5. Meg

    It was the semesters first “steak night” in the campus dining hall. The occassion happens once a month and students practically count down the days in eager anticipation for it. I didn’t have steak (it was practically grilled fat) but I had cordon bleu AND fried shrimp. Don’t ask me why I had both. To top it off for dessert I had a milkshake. Wow, what a bad combination. I basically slept on the floor that night in my dorms community bathroom. The toilet was my best friend for the next 24 hours. And because my bed was lofted and my room was down the hall I didn’t make it in time…twice. I had cold sweats, a fever, the shakes, a headache, tummy ache, all of it. I was supposed to go home that weekend for Thanksgiving but I was so weak I couldn’t drive home and had to call Mama to come get me on a Wednesday night. Meanwhile my roommate disinfected our room. Needless to say that was a very unpleasant Thanksgiving.

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    1. Rat Fink Post author

      Ladybird, you probably should have gone to the ER! Sounds exactly like what I went through all those years ago. You toughed it out, though — which probably sucked huge. You deserve a medal for that!

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  6. Bando

    That time in the fall of 2007 when I missed a week of school – and no blood test, CT scan, or doctor ever figured out what was wrong. Scary. Hope it never happens again, but it did get me out of a football game. :-) Worth it? Maybe.

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    1. Rat Fink Post author

      I remember now that you mention it. The phantom plague. And have I mentioned “8 more days?” Yes, I believe I have. :-)

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  7. Country Mouse

    I have a very bad allergic reaction when I come into contact with poison ivy. About 10 years ago I had a severe case on my neck and face. We think I got it from the smoke from some weeds my husband was burning. About 85% of my neck and face were covered with extremely itchy blisters, my eye was swollen shut, I had a temperature of 101 and it was during the summer and very warm and we have no AC. I won’t even discuss what I looked like what the oozing started……the itching was unbearable, I couldn’t sleep and needles to say I was miserable. Two shots and a course of steroids and I was finally on the mend!!

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    1. Rat Fink Post author

      I cannot imagine getting PI from smoke…talk about a blanket of poison. I’ll bet you felt like a leper! Misery. I’m sure D felt terrible about it!

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  8. Suzanne

    Probably my bout with mono when I was 16, and I remember when I was 12 I had a nasty nasty sinus infection. I won’t go into details about what the doctor did to help with “drainage” but it involved foot-long Q-tips being shoved into my nose…….

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    1. Rat Fink Post author

      Ouuuuuuuuuch! And at 12 years old. The Js’ other Grammie is having surgery for that very thing next week. Have you had problems since?

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