And so the tradition of being knocked out in the hospital on the 28th continues.....
My mom took me to the ER. I didn't think I could drive. I was going to go to the one in the city connected to my doctor, but then once we were moving I remembered that the crappy hospital had a new ER, staffed by drs. from the city hospital, and that it had a new gero-psych unit that meant it would be able to do my labs and understand my condition.
Thank God I did because it was a very good ER experience. They were rather freaked out by my rash, which included glowing red ears and face and was covering every inch of my body by the time I got there and someone in registration was alarmed enough to call a nurse. They suggested my patch might be concentrating due to the dehydration. So I pulled it off and very soon at least quit breaking out. They gave me 2 liters of fluid, IV Benadryl and IV Zofran, a script for Zofran, and I'm home. I'm now splotchy, not glowing, and much less itchy. I'm also much less nauseous and have peed for the first time in around 12 hours and am swallowing teapsoons of water happily. I'm going to take some tylenol for my headache/fever and some valium to sleep and try to get over this, as soon as I've relaxed a little. And hopefully gotten warm. I spent the whole time in the hospital shivering. Tomorrow i will have to go fill my script for Zofran, and then I suppose I'll have to see Dr. Body this week for lessons on not getting that dehydrated.
It turns out that my dehydration had gotten serious enough for me to get a little confused and so I didn't make the best decisions. The rash was actually a blessing because it made me realize that no matter what the level of dehydration I needed attention NOW. The rash still frightens me because I have no idea when I'm safe to put my patch back on, but it won't be until there's a lot more liquid in me.