A night of firsts....

There are no pictures to along with this post due to the nature of events.  Yesterday evening I woke up at 7 PM and was feeling really bad so I went back to sleep until roughly 8:45 PM.  When I got up to start getting ready for work, I was feeling really shitty, my glands in my throat were really swollen, I thought I was running a fever, and just over all bad and sore.  I could not call out from work due to the fact I work night audit at a hotel, not an easy shift to replace if someone calls out.  So I went and let them know when I got there I was feeling shitty.  I went on with my work and tried to get most of it done just in case I needed to leave early.  The staff at the hotel is really amazing and caring.  One front desk agent offered to make me coffee before she left.  One of the guys from room service made me some hot tea with honey.  Very nice people there, one of the many reasons why I love my job (well mostly my shift, I get to see the awesome people getting off work and they are great).  Around 12:45 AM I had to run to the restroom and I cough up a little tiny bit of dark blood and had a decent case of vertigo.  So I stumbled to the desk and told my supervisor I think I need to go to the hospital (and those of you who know me, know I do not got see a doc when I am sick).  My supervisor called a paramedic to come check me out and my blood pressure spike really high for me, 185/95 mine usually runs around 110/68 ish.  After they checked me out they said they were going to have an ambulance come get me.  My first, first was having a paramedic check me out, followed by being put on a stretcher and riding in an ambulance.  Once I got to the hospital they did all the typical checks and what not.  The staff there was really amazing.  I would like to bake them something (after I am feeling better of course).  Are they allowed to receive baked goods from a previous patient I wonder.  I will have to find out.  The doctor wanted to get a few X-rays, which is another first for me.  Then my doc and my nurse got really busy with another patient that they had to use heroic measures is all I was told.  When he was finally able to come back in he said I do have strep throat.  He wrote me out of work for 2 days and luckily I am on spring break so I don't have to miss school.  YAY!!!  While I was at the hospital they gave a dose of steroids and ibuprofen.  I was prescribed amoxicillin and he gave me some hydrocodone for pain.  When I finally got to leave I realized I didn't have my wallet or any money on me or my trimet pass to catch a bus.  So I had to walk about about a mile to max line (farefree zone).  I took the max back to work to give them my no working paperwork and to get my wallet and to close out my money.  I left there and came home and went to sleep.  I got up about 2:30 PM and had to find a pharmacy that was open on Sundays and that wasn't going to charge an arm and a leg for meds without insurance.  I should be getting my insurance at work next month, convenient eh?  The pharmacy in target was open til 6 PM and the amoxicillin was only going to cost me $4.  I got online and found a route via public transport.  Took a bus and asked the driver about a stop and she was clueless I ended up way way way out of the way and then hoped another bus back and then had to transfer to another bus and I finally made it to target at 5:15 PM (this is when public transport SUCKS, I was only 5.6 miles out originally.  I had to wait around target for 30 mins, which was no biggie but I was starting to feel bad so I did purchase my ibuprofen and took a few bc I could feel a fever coming on and my throat swelling.  Then I got back on line to check public transport back home hopefully with less issues, but that was not the case.  I hoped a max and got off at the wrong stop, had to wait for next one and then my directions said take bus 17 and when I got off the max bus 14 was there and so I didn't rush down.  I saw the sign bus 17 doesn't even stop on that side of town so I re-routed and dammit I was suppose to be on 14.  The next one wasn't for 45 mins and it was cold I was feeling shitty and just wanted to go home so I broke down and called a cab.  Which cost me a pretty penny bc somehow I was 6.3 miles away.  I finally got home from the crazy ass day at 7:30 PM.  Almost 5 hours to go and fill a damn prescription and get home.  This is one of the only times I have wished I had a car here.