So then what happened...

 I made it home, drank some water and after a quick nap, I woke up and rushed to the bathroom where I successfully made it to the potty. Only I didn't LEAVE the potty for the next four days. My dad sleeps a lot, he didn't notice. I was able to call my big sister and she came with pepto bismol, popsicles and everything I'd need for tummy issues. She said if I wasn't any better that we'd go to the emergency room. The next two days I was able to eat sugar free popsicles, Pedialyte, some salt water taffy. Walking was hard, but little by little I could.

The ER tested my urine, said my kidneys were dry and gave me 2 bags of fluid in an IV. It was cold and I didn't like the salty smell but I fell asleep. They sent a cab to take me home. The cab driver was really nice and by the time we had introductions out of the way, it was time to walk to my front door. I made it to the front door and went back to sleep. 

For the next week my mouth was super wet. I couldn't stop spitting and tasting salt(can I say how much I hate salt now?). I couldn't sleep, couldn't walk until a bowl of pasta kept me going, and made it back to work. There was no note so I gave them my discharge papers. Everyone was SO glad to have me back and I was glad to BE back! My true family!

Then I learned what it was like to be down a person. Even with a floater(someone who fills in for another person who is out). That was HARD. It was like being all alone again at my last job. I was left alone so much that I liked it that way, though. They could see me on the cameras so I would be safe, but anything fun we would do that was wacky they'd come in and complain about me being too loud and sounding like a dying animal.

The following week, my co-teacher was sick to where she had to be in the hospital. I'd planned my theme that week anyway so we did okay. I had told her I wasn't hungry and hadn't eaten much. She asked me if it was depression.  I told her that maybe it was, I wasn't sure. Then at lunch my boss talked to me. I had fallen asleep at nap time and I was scared I was going to lose my job again. She said she could see me on the camera but that the floater was still there so it was okay. She asked me if anything was wrong at home and if my hours needed to be adjusted. I decompressed and let her know EVERYTHING, including what happened at the last job. She got it. She understood and she knew. I told her I had a follow-up with my doctor the next week and she said we would talk again after that. Friday morning I went in for bloodwork(gotta do it before your visit to see how your medications are doing). I can only be on my phone at work to use the app that we update parents on so I didn't get the calls.

I had a peanut butter cracker. Just one, managed to keep it down 4 hours. It was cleaners' weekend so I only had to take the trash out. I did that and went straight home(I rideshare so thanks again, lyft!) and fell asleep in my chair. No bathroom or bed, just sleep.

An hour later, my sister calls my dad. She tells me that my doctor has been trying to call me all day long and to answer my text phone call.

I turn my sound on and go back to sleep.

She calls again. I can hear her 4 year old whining in the background. It's dinnertime and she's hungry but her grandma is there too.

"Jessica! Can you get to the emergency room? I need you to get there as soon as you can! Which one is closer?"

"Uh...? St. Francis, maybe? The last one was bad and I don't like MUSC"

"St. Francis is my business partner. I will let them know you're on the way and I can see everything that happens. Perfect! Get there as soon as you can!" 

I had a feeling it was going to be a while, so I took a shower. I was too scared to rideshare so I called around and was able to find someone to take me. We got there a while later.

TBC