Originally Posted by
DF118
Please excuse the new-line character formatting abuse, I'm exhausted and it makes it easier for me to post this. On Tuesday, I started hiccuping. Normal hiccups, nothing seemly sinister.
This continued to Friday afternoon, by which time I was dizzy, sweating, and vomiting. All because of non-stop hiccuping. I was also in real pain- when you hiccup, see, you inhale air, which needs to work it's way back up through your esophagus. If this happens once every 5 minutes for three days, you'd better believe it feels like taking a knife in the chest.
So I hiccuped down to an urgent care clinic, saw a sympathetic doctor, who prescribed me something. Something no pharmacy in ALL OF MANHATTAN seemed to have available.
So I hiccuped my way back to the sympathetic doctor, who promptly said, "yeah fuck this", and referred me to the ER.
In the emergency room, I was given an injection of Thorazine, a chest X-Ray, and had bloods taken. All came back none the wiser. Thorazine, if you're interested, is an anti-psychotic that's also used to cure hiccups, so I was knocked flat on my ass, and can't really remember getting home.
I picked up a bunch of new prescriptions, touched base with some very concerned friends, and slept 24 hours deep, until this morning.
This morning... NO MORE HICCUPS!
However, I noticed I'd developed a horrendous rash under my armpit, and across my chest. Af first, thinking this was an allergic reaction to the new meds, I returned to the urgent care clinic again.
The doctor took one look at my rash, and said: "You have shingles."
tldr: Shingles. Fucking shingles. Fucking adult Chicken Pox. Fuck shingles, fuck hiccuping, fuck thorazine injections, fuck everything.