By SARAH LEWIS, Editor-in-Chief
I’m a control freak. I like being the driver in the car. I like having charge over the remote control. I like having hand sanitizer at the ready whenever I come in contact with anything faintly foul. Basically, I just like having a tight grip on every situation in my life.
Last weekend I lost control of all of my marbles…quite literally. I was unfortunate enough to come in contact with a dreadful batch of food that sent everything I’d eaten in the past two days flying out of my mouth at warp speed.
My severe case of the pukes left me so dehydrated that I landed in the Emergency Room for six hours on a Friday night. For six hours I was poked with needles, prodded, and examined…and I was a complainer even though I was completely delirious.
OW. THAT HURTS.
I need some water.
When can I go home?
Why am I not allowed to have water?
Get my purse, Mom. I am leaving.
Can I get another pair of socks?
I am THIRSTY.
I want to watch TV.
I don’t feel good.
My mom and boyfriend put up with this continuous stream of nonsense for six hours in the Emergency Doom and countless hours afterwards while I was stuck in my own bed. It took me a full week to get back to my normal self.
It was awful being so sick and indescribably weak, but nothing could have been worse than how helpless I felt.
I had to have help when getting out of bed, walking to the bathroom, and taking a bath.
My control freak tendencies didn’t do well during this time. I realized how truly blessed I am to have my health and strength most of the time.
I love being I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, do you know what that mean?
It’s important to be thankful for the little things like being able to hold down water without blowing chunks, sitting up without needing assistance, and being healthy enough to stay far, far away from the Emergency Doom.