My Night in the Hospital

It's been a few days since my last post- my life for the past three days has been QUITE hectic. As some of you may already know, I woke up tuesday morning with a stomach ache and what Indians call "loose motion." I didn't feel well enough to go to school, so my host mother allowed me to stay home and rest for the day. It was a good thing that she did because, as the day went on, I started to become very week, and tired. I lay down on the couch to try and rest, but my body only grew more and more frail. When I sat up to take a drink of water, the vomit came. I had gotten sick (expectantly, but definitely not wanted!). After a few hours of this continuation, my host mother took me to the Hospital to see a doctor. My legs were so week that they trembled and I almost fell over as we walked from the car through the busy doors of the Hospital nearby. My host grandmother (or as we call her "Pati") came with my host mother and I and kept me comfortable while we waited and waited in the Emergency Room (just like back home! You have to wait for an hour- even if it's an emergency!). When we did finally get called in, a doctor examined me quickly, asked a few questions of my host mother, and told her that I needed drips. He said that I was suffering from dehydration. But, unfortunately the hospital was completely full, so we had to leave and go to another hospital nearby.
When we arrived at the new hospital, I struggled into the waiting room with Pati where a nurse took my blood pressure, and temperature before putting an IV needle into the vein on my left hand. I was then pushed in a wheelchair up two flights of outdoor railways until we got to an empty room on the third floor. The room had two beds with matching sheets and pillows. I lay down on the nearest one, and then waited patiently until my host mother and Pati came, and then another nurse who hooked me up to the IV fluid. I ended up staying the night, and six IV fluid bags later at about eight in the morning, my new family and I were able to leave the hospital. I was so grateful that my family stayed with me for the entire night- as some of you may know, I am very afraid of needles, and just being in a foreign hospital was pretty scary- but, since I had my loving and caring family with me, I remained (mostly!) calm.
After leaving the hospital I got to talk to my parents and my grandma on the phone, to reassure them that I was OK and doing well. I was incredibly tired from all of the medicines (and still am!) and so when we got back, I lay down and watched a movie on my laptop before taking a nice, LONG nap.