I started my workday yesterday as normally as any. Around 8:30am, I got a call from Mom asking me how many pressing tasks I had for the day, to which I answered, “None.” Turns out, Scott was incredibly worried about himself since he had been nauseated for a couple of hours and couldn’t stop vomiting and Mom wanted someone to check on him. So I signed out of work and rushed to his house to see if he was alright. He was resting so I watched TV for a couple of hours and checked on him periodically. After he awoke, we watched The Island and he was feeling decent for a change. After almost two hours, he began vomiting again–violently. Now I’d never seen bile and had no idea it looked like radioactive sludge, but that’s what he had coming up.

I rushed him to the ER and they took him in immediately, which was rather odd, I thought. Normally, non-life threatening conditions are made to wait hours to be seen. I even had to register him while they began treatment. He received an injection to stop the vomiting, and after four attempts to start an IV (he was too dehydrated for them to get a good vein), they gave him two huge bags of fluid via IV drip. Fortunately, the injection allowed him to sleep a bit and the vomiting stopped.

I’m no doctor, but since his bloodwork came back showing no infection, not even a cold, I think his nerves are the reason for all of this. The doctor actually asked him if he’d felt anxious lately. It’s amazing to think that we can worry about things to the point of making ourselves just this sick. Seriously, to anyone still reading this post: Take care of yourself and don’t let your worries spiral out of control, you may just end up in the ER feeling like death.