I know I usually do not use my journal for personal rants; however, today (which, for me, began, oh, seven a.m. yesterday) has been a Very Bad Day. Horrible Day. The Stuff From Nightmares Day. And I need to unwind a little, as my nerves are shot to hell. Sorry for the incoherence as well – I do not have the patience for checking my rant, this time, so prepare for a grammatical and syntactical nightmare.
I have a little sister (only eleven months younger, so it doesn’t count that much), who I absolutely adore. She is, and here I do not exaggerate, my best friend, by far. Also, my sister is freakishly healthy. Never ill, she never catches a cold or the flu, even. She only has headaches when she’s overly tired and stressed, but that is very normal, and we are all thankful she doesn’t seem to have inherited the migraine problem the rest of the family (including me) has. No hereditary illnesses, or anything. She has never even had a fainting spell.
Yesterday afternoon, I was on my laptop when I heard her call our mother. Thinking nothing of it, I continued on without pausing. Thirty seconds later, when my mother arrived to my sister’s bedroom, she screeched for my father and I to come help.
When I arrived, she was white as a sheet, her lips almost blue, her eyes white, and was convulsing rather violently. My mother could not restrain her and grab her head at the same time, so my father went to her head so that she didn’t hit anything or swallow her tongue. During the following five minutes, as she convulsed while she was unconscious, I called 112 for help. They came in the ambulance as I explained that no, she is very young, no, she is not epileptic, nor has any previous illnesses that might have caused it. No, she doesn’t touch alcohol. No, she doesn’t smoke. No, yesterday she did not take any drugs unless you, of course, counted watching a movie at home with a cup of hot chocolate, ‘taking drugs’. No, she wasn’t convulsing anymore – thank God. No, she is not following any treatment or self-medicates.
I do not think I have been more frightened in my life. Even when she regained consciousness, she wasn’t all here, and her temperature was only 35ºC, despite the fact that she was sweating heavily. She couldn’t concentrate, nor talk properly, as she was in pain, so much, in fact, that she almost fainted twice in the ambulance to the ER. Which, considering is only 6 minutes by car, is scary. Even while more-or-less aware, she couldn’t keep her eyes open, and, when she tried to talk, it sounded like gibberish.
ER only allows a visitor for each patient, so I went at first while my mother calmed a bit down. She wasn’t hysterical, but her whole body was trembling with anxiousness, as my sister *still* wasn’t coherent. Once my parent finished speaking and deciding who should we call, she came inside, and my father and I stayed outside, clinging to our mobiles.
Why do not the doctors work? Three hours later, no one had come to see her, and my mother called us because my sister kept moaning in pain, and her temperature had not risen at all. But she wasn’t the only one, as the rest of the people in the waiting room were also murmuring that their loved ones were also being summarily ignored.
I was remembering a man in the ER, who was even worse off than my sister, as he kept fading in and out of consciousness, and groaning in pain when he could. He was alone – no companion – and when he tried to call the attention of the nurses, it was almost as if he were being deliberately passed over – I ended up calling a nurse and demanding that she attend him. I didn’t know what had happened with him, as it was then when my mother has substituted me. My father was nodding as he listened to me rant and babble to soothe my nerves, when his eyes got very wide.
One of his friends was there, looking like he hadn’t slept in a week. His only daughter, a lovely child of only four years old, had been going in and out of the hospital for a week, but the previous night her fever reached 41ºC, and they had been forced to keep her overnight, for once, instead of dismissing her. They do not know what she has, and her fever, no matter what they give her, is not going down. He hasn’t called anyone because he does not want to worry anyone else apart from the child’s grandparents, at least not until they know what it is that she has.
Now, more than 24 hours after she was admitted, my sister is back home. They did not know what it was that happened to her, but she seemed alright, and was fully conscious and aware. They believe it might be a conglomeration of causes: her menses, and an infection, and stress, and what now.
I fear my sister is going to kick me out of home – I can’t seem to stop fussing around her, and even tough can see that she has had a hard time – although she doesn’t remember anything until the guys from the ambulance tried to get to talk to her –I can’t help it. Every time I remember her, face a ghostly white and her convulsing body and, more frighteningly, the time after she regained consciousness, in which she couldn’t seem to stop shivering and sweating and couldn’t focus her eyes or thoughts on anything, and I have this urge to hug her very strongly –and make sure nothing is out of order with her.
They still do not know what is wrong with the daughter of my father’s friend – they have discarded the swine flu, mononucleosis, and several other illnesses. They are planning on making more tests – but the results won’t come until Tuesday.
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