My not so exciting trip to the ER

Yes, the ER. Well it started on Wednesday morning. I ate a banana and a blueberry muffin, I knew it wouldn't hold me over so I ate some brown rice and marinated beef(bulgogi) with that I drank half a can of diet dr.peper. By 12 o'clock I ralphed it up.*ick, I know* but i did feel better and decided to drink a bottle of water. Miguel came home at 1:30 and we went to have lunch at my favorite place, Pacific Grill. I usually order the chicken fried steak with green chile gravy, but thought it best to stay away from anything spicy. So I ordered the seafood combination,fried tilapia, fried clam strips, and 2 fried shrip with french fries *healthy, i know* Well, I enjoyed it with that a drank two cups of tea. Around 4pm i started getting kind of lathargic, and a little icky. I had a headache and needed to lay down, but had stuff to do before church started. I got dressed and at 5:30 I sat down on the couch. "uhgghgh, I don't feel very well" maybe i'm gonna throw up again?! I start to get hot so I took off my sweater and the cold leather couch felt cool against my skin. "ughghghgg, I don't feel so good" Miguel asked if I wanted to stay home? No, i should be okay. I think I am going to barf, so I walf to the bathroom and my tummy starts cramping so bad I double over. I needed to throw up but felt like something might come out the other end of me too! But nothing! I start getting hotter so I take off the rest of my clothes. "ughghhgg, my stomache" "ughghghghgg" I layed down on the floor in my undies and tankk top, hoping the cold floor will cool me off. (what is it about the comfort of a cold bathroom floor when you are sick?) But unfortunely it didn't work. I broke out in a cold sweat and by this time Abby went to get daddy. "mommy is laying on the bathroom floor, she needs you" He comes in and he starts talking to me, but my ears start ringing..... I can't open my eyes when I'm in pain and I felt soooo weak. Next thing I know, he is trying to sit me up. I still don't know what he is saying, and Abby is crying. He goes and gets me some bottled water and helps me drink it. The ringing starts to go away, the cold sweat is gone, but my stomache hurts so bad. "do I need to call the ambulance? Do we need to go to the emergency room?" "you're scarying Abby" "think about the baby" I start to snap out of it and drank more water. I was still very weak and my stomache still hurt. So I said okay, lets go to the ER. He helped me get dressed and walk out to the car. By time the ER nurse got me back there, my tummy stopped hurting and I was extremely cold. They hooked me up to an IV they poked me and took a urine and blood sample. They evaluated the babies HB and he was find *thank God* I started feeling a lot better. We where there for about four hours, the tests come back. DEYDRATION!!!! yes, I feel stupid. S-T-U-P-I-D!! Since I threw up that morning, I lost all nutrients and didn't replesh them enough. So dehydration mixed with low blood suger = a trip to the ER.