the end.

my last two days in Barcelona were not ideal. of course i can't end on a normal day! i am Murphy's Law.

monday afternoon i woke up late and i couldn't even get out of bed. i was exhausted. i just laid there for an hour and then finally got up and decided i should pack. i started folding some clothes but i was just so exhausted and drained i couldn't even do it. i stopped and laid back in my bed. i fell asleep. i woke up again later, still exhausted. but this time i felt sick too. i tried to pack again and only got like one shirt in. i tried drinking some water and couldn't even get it down. i knew i wouldn't be able to eat anything. i started getting kind of dizzy and short of breath, and then it hurt whenever i tried to breathe normal. i had no idea what was happening!!! my blood sugar was really high, so i figured that was it. it wouldn't go down, and i ended up taking myself to the hospital. no one was home so i just googled one and took the metro. i think that was a bad move but i was probably delirious and just went.

by the time i got to the hospital, i could barely breathe and was in so much pain. i was talking to some nurses and they wouldn't take me to a room so i told them just give me a shot of insulin right there becaues i thought i was going to pass out. once i started crying they took me away! of course i had to do all of this in Spanish, and it's really amazing what you can say in an emergency.

they took me to a room and hooked me up to all these IVs of water and insulin and glucose, etc. etc. it hurt so bad. my blood sugar took forever to come down because they just had me on an IV with a tiny bit going in at a time. i needed a full shot to get it down quick! but i never got one. about 6 hours later and 7 liters of water in me later, it was finally back to normal. they took a million blood tests and just kept sticking me!

in the end, they said i should stay overnight. they wanted to make sure it stayed down and everything else was okay. they even took x-rays. i passed out and slept for the entire time i was there, any time nobody was doing anything to me. in the morning they finally fed me and gave me an actual cup to drink out of. i was DYING of thirst! an IV doesn't cut it.

after awhile my blood sugar became 37, which is extremely low, and i thought, i'm never going to get out of here. they gave me some sugar, took more tests, blah blah blah. i talked to about 20 doctors. the cool thing was that all of the nurses were really young and would just come and talk to me about other things so that i was distracted. they kept asking why i was by myself and one of the doctors gave me his phone to call someone so they knew where i was. my friend olivia ended up coming by to see me.

so i'm there tuesday and they are finally saying things are stable and my tests are coming out okay. then some specialist guy comes in and tells me he wants me to stay. i told him no way! i have a plane across the ocean tomorrow! he actually asked if i would change my flight. i said no, and i was very stubborn. if they said i was okay, and i felt okay, i was going to leave. a few hours later he asked if i could stay one more night and just leave straight from the hospital to go to the airport. um, what?? who would want to do that! plus i had to pack. i told him that. he asked if someone could pack and bring my bags. i think olivia would have done it, but there was no way i would make her and there was no way i'd go from the hospital to the airport.

in the end, at about 7pm on tuesday, they let me go. they gave me new insulin that would last for about a week. now that i am home i have a new pump that is working fine and everything is back to normal.

i would have been so upset to spend my last night in the hospital. i didn't go out and party or anything, but my boyfriend came over and we just hung out and i'm glad i spent my last day with him. i had to say goodbye! that was the saddest thing though and i can't believe i actually left. i will be back.