My Trip to the ER

Well,

Yesterday started at about 1:00am I woke up and I was extremely dizzy and I stood up to go and do something, but I can't remember what it was. So, I lay back down. I remember my abdomen hurting, and being very dizzy. Eventually I fell back asleep. Waking up before my alarm went off a few hours later, I remember feeling like something wasn't quite right, and I remained dizzy with my guts hurting.
But I got ready to go to my first day of work, and just before I was about to leave, I received a call from my employer. I had left a message with them on Saturday concerning the fact that I was just diagnosed with mononucleosis. They told me to rest, and not come in. I'll be starting next week.
So I went back to my room and got dizzier and dizzier and eventually I didn't feel like I should safely stand up. So I realized that I needed to be checked out ASAP. I called around to see if anybody would be willing to give me a ride to the ER, one of my friends said, "Call 911", so I did. I am very glad that they came. They checked me out then asked me what I wanted to do. I said that I wanted to go to the Emergency Room, and they asked how I would get there. Then they offered me a ride, free of charge.
My first ambulance ride was interesting, being super dizzy it felt like we were moving in all sorts of directions, that we weren't actually moving in. There were several police cars outside of the entryway to the ER when we arrived, and as it turned out the hospital was the safest place to be at that time. There were some interesting patients in the ER, the one that didn't want to leave screamed a lot, and I got to hear it all. I wonder what would happen if the police were trained in how to properly work with mentally disabled patients... Or are they?
The doctor was in the room for about 5 minutes, asked me a bunch of questions, and felt my abdomen for anything out of the ordinary. Then she disappeared.  The nurse came in later with a drug that she was going to give me in the IV that they had inserted in my arm.  I asked her what it was and she said it was an anti-nausea medication! That was great, except for the fact that I wasn't nauseous.
So I asked her to see the print-out of the drug before she gave it to me, and she went to print it out. After reading the first page I found out that it was an anti-nausea medication that they usually give orally to chemotherapy patients before they go into surgery. It was also a serotonin blocker in the neurons, which would help act as an anti-depressant. So not only would I be no longer "nauseous", but I'd be 'happy about it.'
That reminds me of that line in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban that Ron says when reading Harry's tea-leaves.
So i declined the medication and the nurse didn't mind in the slightest.
I was taken in for an ultrasound to see what my organs were doing, the lady helping me had a delightful sense of humor and we talked about all sorts of things. It was nice to see the people helping me respond with a smile when I made an intelligent joke.
What they found was that my spleen was "slightly enlarged" my liver enzymes were up, and that I had gallstones.  But I already knew the first two, and since the third notification doesn't affect me in the slightest, I learned nothing new.
>sigh< and I got a prescription for an anti-nausea medication, that I will not be filling.
I told people in the hospital at least five different times that I was not nauseous. I don't think they believed me.
They referred me to see my regular doctor, and a gastroentinologist. I see my regular doctor on Friday.
My sweetie gave me a ride home and not long after returning, I fell asleep.
That was my trip to the ER.

On a side note, my absolutely very-least-favorite physical experience ever is not having needles poked into me, but it's when they are taken out that's the problem. It's worse than chewing tin-foil.