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Adrenal Crisis

I woke up Saturday morning not feeling well.  I had been shaky all night, but didn't know why.  I woke my mom up and asked her to take me to the ER after vomiting.  Instead of driving 45 minutes to Mass General, I decided to have her take me to a closer hospital that I usually go to for things like kidney stones, that are easy to deal with and not life threatening.  I also had my appendix out here 3 months ago.

I had a fever of 102+, and they immediately started giving me fluids, steroids, and zofran for nausea.  My blood pressure has been below 90/50 the entire time I have been here except after eating for the first time last night.

Of course, as things usually go when I end up in an ER, I was admitted.  First, I had a roommate that didn't stop coughing, but when she did, she would feel the need to fill in the silence with talking, and not just your basic roommate small talk, but how she was hallucinating.  My mom asked for a different room and now, I have a big room to myself. I guess I was the 3rd person that day to ask to get out of that room.

So, the plan today is to monitor my heart and BP, decrease my IV fluids to see if it helps with the swelling, and maybe more steroids if I need them.  Just another day in the hospital.  So much for only being admitted once this year, clearly I spoke too soon!


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