Narcotics and Nausea

Well I can officially say that I probably have the worst immune system on campus.
I started out be getting an extremely sore, fire-engine-red throat and a 102.2 temperature--I crawled right back into bed. Well my throat was getting better and I went to the Aces vs ISU game which was to be televised on ESPN (Oh you better believe I was seen on TV).
7 hours later (4:30am central time): I have the flu.
Not just any kind of flu but the flu conjured up by Satan himself. I cannot keep anything down--not even a sip of 7up.
I attempted going to my first class of the day. I got there and little old me forgot that my FYS class was ALL ABOUT FOOD. Ten minutes into class, my professor dismissed me and told me to go back to bed. So, I emailed all of my professors saying that I wasn't going to make it to class seeing as how I could barely turn my head to look at the clock.
And if that weren't bad enough my gallbladder decided to seize up on me around 1:00pm and every now and then go into a spasm.
My friend Dimi, bless her, made "36248" trips to the student store to get me things I needed and then preceded to sit with me the entire afternoon.
BUT it doesn't even stop there. Around, oh, midnight I would say the pain in my side became unbearable and by 1:00am Safety and Security was driving us to the hospital.
I wasn't in a good mood at that point--I mean honestly who would be? So, when the squatty little woman behind the desk asked, "Do you need to be seen?" it took everything in me not to say, very sarcastically, "No I don't I just love to come in to the ER at 1am crying to watch info-mercials."
Rude I know. Instead it came out as, "Yes ma'am I do."
So they took my information and vitals and then I got to sit in a wheel chair thing for another 20 minutes while a room opened up.
The worst part of the night was probably the IV. I am not a fan of IVs. I'm not one of those people who has a problem with needles but on an IV the needle is gigantic!
But of course I watched them insert it into my arm (which burned)
Then came sweet relief. The nurse, after drawing 6 tubes of blood, gave me some narcotic to help with the pain and the effects were almost instant. I was swimming in a matter of seconds. Then, after rinsing the tube out with saline, she gave me anti nausea stuff and I felt loads better.