Last Friday, I woke up with inexplicable extreme pain all over my body. I shriveled up like a dead bug trying to escape the body-wide-unified muscle spasms. On top of it, I was nonstop vomiting all morning.”This isn’t normal, but it’ll pass.” I was driven to the Urgent Care, too sick to drive, and was diagnosed with Gastritis. A dose of anti-nausea medicine and antibiotics and I’ll be ok within a day or two like all the other times. But the pain got worse and ibuprofen wasn’t enough anymore, so I made a trip to the ER.
I arrived at 12 a.m. to the ER and barely made my way inside. 6 samples of blood, a 30 minute painful spinal tap, and multiple doses of pain medicine later, I was diagnosed with Dengue Fever. What is that? It’s just a simple disease that is transferred by mosquitoes in tropical climates. It attacks the nervous system of the body, causing reoccurring fevers, severe vomiting, extreme muscle and joint aches, loss of appetite, a migraine one couldn’t even wish on their worst enemy, and more symptoms. There’s a 25% chance of getting what’s called Severe Dengue Fever, which could potentially cause permanent side effects, such as brain damage and liver disease. 1% change of death. The best part? No antibiotics, no pain killers, no treatment to make the experience bearable. All one can do is suffer through the pain for 3-7 days, and recover from the after-effects the following weeks.
I left the ER with Tramadol, expecting just a couple days of being sick and then returning to my normal routine. What happened? Well, now on day 7, and I was able to leave the house for about an hour before I had a vomiting fit and a migraine that made me unable to look at light. Sounds nasty, but is actually a large improvement. Earlier this week, starting on Sunday, I was in such poor shape and a large amount of pain, I needed help to walk to the bathroom to throw up. I couldn’t walk, eat, drink, or barely talk. I called my mom a few times a day to scream about the frustration and pain I had. From just a simple mosquito bite, I went through one of the toughest challenges I’ve put my body through, and probably murdered my immune system.
A tough ass-whooping and reality check has reminded me that once things are going great, we always have to be stopped by a challenge. And I will always recommend to everyone that there’s no such thing as too little amount of bug spray.