Ameba

So its oficial I have amebas what a horrible thing to get down here. It is the worst pain I have ever felt. I feel like my stomach is going to explode or I ate a bunch of nails and there are tearing up my stomach. I couldnt sleep Thursday night from the pain. So first thing Friday morning we went to the clinic at 6:30 am we got there waited a while int the waiting room where the lady next to us said they wouldnt open until 9:30 and we were #94 she told us to go directly to emergency. One of the craziest emergency rooms ever. The ladies at this desk were arguing about somthing totally ignoring me, I'd hate having to go there when a gun shot or somthing I feel like you'd die before they finished their conversation. They proceeded to sitting me down in a chair the tried to stick a needle in my hand that didnt work, they tried the other hand, that didnt work, they laters stuck it in by my elbow. They asked if I had breakfast and how I was feeling "sick I said" They asked I felt anything yet " no" do you have a plastic bag? " No, why?" because you are going to start throwing up. Which I started to do 5 seconds later. I puked up just water I was in the batheroom all day the day before so my system was pretty empty. The put me in a room and tried to stick an IV in my hand didnt work tried the other vein in my hand, didnt work tried the other hand didnt work all these viens were already tried the first injection I got so they proceed to my arm again. It worked there was already a hole there from the first one so it probably made it a little easier. The let me hang out for a bit then said I need to give a blood test and a stool sample. They gave me a wheelchair because at this point I was too weak to walk anywhere. Stuck a neadle in my upper arm without even telling me what it was some injection sent me on my way. Luckly I brought my own jar for the stool sample because what they gave you was a baby food jar which was much smaller. Try having diareha in a baby food jar with a IV stuck in your arm and nothing to hang the IV bag on.... not easy. Took care of that proceeded to the blood room where there are two ladies sitting there with a bunch of blood viles in front of them and little scrap paper wrapped around. The tried every vien in both hands once more and then one more time in my hand a second time, got me a new neadle and then stuck it back in my arm where I have already had poked 2-3 times each I was almost passed out when I got done. I had to sit there for another 3 hours before I could leave. I dont mean to complain but this had to be the worst day of my life. And to think I was born in a hospital here in the DR I don't want to know what my mom had to go through props to her. Right now Krisin's dad is here and we came to see him I have been in my room all day resting. Hope this post finds you guys in better spirits.