I look like a heroine addict.

As I said I my ear nose and throat doctor admitted me to the hospital. I'm sure this whole thing would have ended up cheaper if I had just gone to the emergency room in the first place, but alas who thinks a sore throat warrens this kind of behavior. I would like to mention that and the E.N.T doctor did numb my throat and stick a rather large needle in it to drain any puss that might have been back there. It was quite a good time as you might imagine. There were many tears of joy all around. Then I learned that I might have to get my tonsils removed, and was even more happy. I was having a bit of a bad day to say the least, and the worst part was my throat was seriously getting worse by the min. By the time I was checking into my room I couldn't talk at all. Which wouldn't have been so bad, but they sent like a million people from the hospital to talk to me.
First there was the lady would needed to get all my information. This was suppose to be less painful than filling out a million forms unless of course you can't talk. She was interrupted by the patience advocate lady who was kind of annoying because I'd been there all of ten min. And I didn't really know how my stay was going yet.
Once all this wonderfulness was taken care of came needle time. I don't mind the needle unless it involves digging for a vein which of course this did. First the IV the nurse blew the vein in my left wrist couldn't get the one in my left arm, so it had to go in my right arm. Which is lovely because I'm right handed and now I couldn't bend my right arm.
Then there was the blood lady. Who I couldn't talk to at all. She had a nurse that appeared to be practicing on me. Bad timing because clearly my veins were not working with them. So she started digging for the vein in my arm that the IV nurse couldn't get to work. Then it was my fault cause I moved. I was like crying the whole time, frustration running over. I wanted to scream your joking right. Your going to blame it on me when I can't talk.
Then the lovely nurse came with my drug options, Tylenol 3 , regular Tylenol, or Morphine. My aunt was visiting (because of course my grandma was in the same hospital up one floor), and she was like just go for the Morphine. This is what I did, however I was sad when it didn't help even a little bit.
Then it was time for my CAT scan. Which of course was no less than four more people trying to talk to me that I couldn't talk to. The best part was that they had to rip all the tape off my arm because my IV was kinked. Because nothing is normal for me. When I got back to my room they started pumping me full of IV antibiotics and steroids. It was plenty of hours before I could talk even a little, which was wonderful because I had a million visitors. Which was nice, but I couldn't really talk. I couldn't talk well until the next morning.
It was all a really lovely experience. Turns out that I don't, at least for the moment, have to get my tonsils removed. Which is good because apparently its not as easy when your older. Ah but I will tell you if I ever get this tonsillitis again they are going to have to go. Because this shit sucked. And I can't go back to work till Monday, so I'm bored, but too tired to really do anything. Anyways just another few days in the life of me.

Who gets admitted to the hospital with tonsillitis?

OoOoO if you said me you'd be right. Tonsillitis that is correct. As it turns out most adults don't even get tonsillitis anymore. Its mostly a kid thing. I never had it as a kid. Go figure. All I know is I woke up at 1am on Monday morning because my throat hurt so bad I couldn't swallow, and if I did it felt like someone was sticking a knife in my ear. I tried to go back to sleep but was quite unsuccessful. Now I'm not one who is big on the whole doctor thing, which those of you who know me understand all to well. I do however know when something is really not right, and this was really not right. I did call my mom at 6am to confirm that it was not ok, and decided that I would not go to work, but to the doctor instead.
By the time I could try to call the doctors offices in the area, since my doc is the burbs. I couldn't talk very well at this time without a whole lot more pain. I didn't loose my voice it just hurt like hell to talk. Which is awesome. So I called the local hospital place and they said I had to call my insurance company and have them find me a place to go. I was in tears by the end of my conversations, as I kept having to swallow, and was super frustrated. I knew there was no way that I could keep calling places trying to get in. I would have just gone to the ER but I know they charge you more for non-emergency and I didn't really think a sore throat was an emergency.
I did try to call b to see if she was working, but of course she was. So I had to make the call to my parents to have them come pick me up. I hate to do this because its so far, but I couldn't walk all over the city to find a doctor, and it was really getting worse by the min. So of course my dad came and picked me up. My mom took me to my regular doctor, who is pretty much the only doctor I've ever like. And of course after a ten min visit he sent me to the emergency room.
He couldn't get a great look at my throat, and everything was super swollen, he wanted me to see be seen by and ear nose and throat doctor. so they could numb my throat and take a proper look. He thought I might have an abscess and since I've had that before and know what it was i freaked out a little cause its wicked gross. That and there was the pain and frustration thing.
Anyways we went to the hospital, and the ER doc seemed to think my doctor was a little crazy, and just sent me home with a bunch of meds. Horse pills for the girl who can't swallow. Though after calling my doctor he did decided to schedule me a follow up with the E.N.T. the next day.
Needless to say the E.N.T. doctor admitted me to the hospital. Of course theres more but I have plenty of time to tell more of the story since I can't go back to work till monday anyways. So part two to follow.