So Wednesday night I went to the Emergency Room around 6 because I had an abscess on my inner thigh, a.k.a. staph infection. I had ignored it for too long and it had gotten about the size of a softball, so it needed to be taken care of. I went to sit on the hospital chair and my mom went to move the car and it popped all over the floor, made a big puddle of blood and grossness, they patched me up and sent me back in the waiting room. Finally like around 10 I get into a room the doctor comes in, looks at it, goes "OH NO! That's to big for me to lance we have to admit you and take care of that in the operating room."

So I'm cursing on the inside, lady comes in puts an IV in my arm, takes blood, IV is in the wrong spot, gotta get a new one, the blood she took was clotted, had to get some more, a crazy lady comes in on the same floor I'm on and starts screaming about "F*cking n*ggers" (made me very uncomfortable) Had to listen to her bitch while they ran my blood work. Finally around 2am I get into a hospital room officially, they start me on an antiboitic drip.

I didn't sleep much, then my nurse comes in the next morning and tells me that my blood sugar had been a little high probably just cause of the infection, my mom walk in with McDonald's so I gobble down my hash brown and I'm fixing up my sausage biscuit getting ready to eat it, the nurse walks in takes away my food, AND MY SWEET TEA (dammit) and tells me that they put me on the diabetic diet that I was in (pronounced like cuz I don't know how to spell it) Keeto-acid-o-sis which basically means that my blood sugar was so high that I was almost in coma. That entire day every two hours whether I was awake or not they poked my fingers, checked my blood and shot me up with insulin inbetween my antibiotics. So now I'm diabetic. Awesome! Then the doctor comes in and tells me all this stuff and that they are going to cut into my leg to drain the thing I originally went to the hospital for the next day. So they did, I slept most of that day, but they stopped poking me every two hours, the next day (yesterday) I was released with a bunch of medication, now every night I have to inject insulin into my stomach (it's almost like an out of body experience) and I have to change my entire lifestyle and so far it's killing my body to get used to, I'm having like nervous breakdowns because I'm so overwhelmed, THEREFORE I drew you a Happy Panda me in a sad attempt to cheer myself up. Lol, I'll get over it eventually, I'm just blah, I'm 18, this is all new and overwhelming at my age, my 20 year old boyfriend is doing a bad job of comforting me right now, guess that's to be expected at his age and his college just let out for the summer. My head hurts and I'm just complaining now so I'll stop now before my brain implodes.