My Single Mom Life

Hey all, it's been about a week since I've posted anything here, sorry to have worried any of you, a few of you emailed and Twittered me to see if I was ok, thank you.
I have been extremely sick since my last post last Thursday, I have no clue what it was, but damn, it hit me hard.
It was a non-stop puke fest for me all week long, and no sleep, so it was pretty much hell.
I probably dropped about 10-15lbs though between all of the puking and not being able to keep anything down, not even any water or anything.
I was extremely dehydrated, hallucinating, and in horrible pain too thanks to the super crappy rainy weather we've been having.
Seriously, it's been like my own personal version of hell.
I was barely able to swallow and keep down enough liquids to take my pain meds, and then spent the entire week going from one piece of furniture to the next in vain attempts to get comfortable.
My bed, the couch, the floor, back to my bed, back to the couch, Sebastian's bed, back to my bed, rinse and repeat.

I thought about going to the ER a few times, but they always treat me like total crap.
I get there, they take me to triage, take my blood pressure, it's high, they then ask me if I take any meds, I list them out, and that's when they start treating me like crap, like I'm a drug seeker.
They completely ignore the reason I came in, my reason of complaint, the non-stop puke fest, and accuse me of being a drug seeker regardless of how many times I tell them I am not there for drugs, that I have drugs at home, or I even bring my pill bottles full of pain meds with me because I know how they're going to treat me by now, and they still treat me bad.
The last time I was really super sick and brought all of my pain and heart meds with me, it was clearly obvious I was not drug seeking, and the ER doc actually said to me, "It looks to me like you have a drug problem."
They ignore the reason I come in, they discharge me, and send me home.
So, I decided to just stay here and deal with whatever this was this time, and I was actually very scared a few times, really scared, i wanted to call 911 but I knew how bad they would treat me, so I just stayed home and hoped it would pass.
Luckily it did, but man, it sucked, it was really very scary too.
It sucks that I have to be alone and frightened instead of in the hospital being taken care of by professional doctors, but they do not act like professionals due to the amount of pain medicine that I am prescribed to take.
The way my head is stuck, it's a very bad thing to vomit at all, and so a non-stop puke fest for a whole week, yeah, very scary, and a few times I was unable to breathe, nothing but bile was coming up, it had like a pinkish color to it, I was terrified, but I refused to go to those doctors who I knew were going to treat me bad because of my other health conditions that I have explained to them a million times, they have my xrays, my medical records, letters from my surgeon, everything, and they still treat me that way.
It's not right and it's not fair.
I was very scared this time, I really wanted to be in a place that would help me, that could help me, but they never do, I really hate Sarasota Memorial Hospital for making me feel this way, for making me feel like I had to stay home and be afraid and alone, but that is how they have treated me the last 3 times that I have had to go there for any type of emergency.