what was your worst sickness like the name of it and how did it feel and did you throw up?

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Blood poisoning - Leg got really deep red and about 1.5 the size of normal. I was in bed for about 3 weeks but really not that bad overall.

The perceived badness of illness has a sharp curve if your still in grade school or not.

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I'm not sure what the OP means.

Do you mean sickness like, motion sickness, seasick, over eating, eating something that didn't agree with your stomach, etc. Or sickness like, illnesses/diseases, infections, animal bites, poisoning, etc?

The worst illness I've probable ever experienced was having pneumonia, twice. I didnt really feel ilke I was constantly going to throw up, I just felt extremely tired and weak even when trying to eat food. I was in the hospital for a few weeks and luckilly it wasnt serious in that it was life-threatening or dangerous to my health.

The sickest you've ever gotten. And I have a doozy. I almost died last summer. I had a severe case of volvulus and was taken to the hospital for emergency surgery. It all started one Sunday. I woke up early that morning as I wanted to watch some TV before going to the place that I can't talk about because of the rules. But deep in my stomach I had a pain that was so terrible it would not let me be. And then the puking started. I've seriously never hurled so much. I knew something was wrong because I had never felt pain that bad before in my life. So I called my grandma (I was at her house for the weekend) and told I her I felt horrible. But knowing me, I'm sort of a hypochondriac, she thought I was exaggerating. She was just about to blow it off as me being me but then my sister, who knows when I am exaggerating, told her that something was seriously wrong. So off to the hospital we went. The drive there had to be the longest 5 minutes of my life. I felt so much agonizing pain that I wanted to open the door of the jeep and run into oncoming traffic to end it all. When we finally got there the murse that was at the front desk acted like a total jerk. There I was dying and screaming in pain and all he said to me was,"Sir. Please be quiet. There are other patients sleeping." I know right? What in the world? Anywho, when the doctor finally saw me in I felt a sense of relief. But right then and there the doctor killed all hope of me feeling better. He started asking me about my age and whatnot. You'd think people who are screaming bloody murder could have their relative answer the questions but no. The guy wanted me to tell him everything. And so when he was finally done the nurse did all the routing prodding and poking. And I was taken to a room. Still dying of the excruciating pain, I had to wait for the doctor to come back and tell me what was gonna happen next. So finally the doctor said something that made me want to squeal of happiness. "Give him something for the pain." Glorious is the moment the doctor uttered those words. Or so I thought because when he finally gave me the oversized pain pill nothing happened. Almost 30 minutes passed and I was still in pain. But anywho, then the doctors took me on for an x-ray to see just what was happening in mah belly. Then they did what doctors do and diagnosed me with volvulus. If you haven't already googled it then I'll just tell you. Its a bowel obstruction in which a loop of bowel has abnormally twisted on itself. And now back to my story. After the doctors diagnosed me with the aforementioned disease they told my grandma I needed surgery or I wasn't going to make it. The only problem was that since I was still 17 at the time I needed my parent to sign the consent form for the surgery. So the quest begun to locate and bring my mother to the hospital. Unfortunately for me my mother was not picking up the phone. And so there I was for almost half an hour writhing and twisting in pain. Finally my mom arrived at the hospital and she signed the forms. Then comes the sad and boring part of our story which I will only share with you in some small lines: potential goodbyes were exchanged, tears were shed, etc. Anywho, finally they took me into the operating room and the classic "Count back to 10" line was given to me and I was off to dreamland. When I next woke up I was in a small room I guess you could call it. It wasn't really a room. It was more like a bed cut off from everything else by a curtain. After that I had to stay at the hospital for one week recovering. Its really amazing what a small thing like cutting into a person's stomach and removing a piece of it can do. After that day I went from fully functioning adult back to a child who couldn't do anything for himself. My mom had to literally walk me to and from the bathroom because I was not strong enough. I seriously could not even stand up for the first few days. But after a while I got better and then they let me go home. I still had the staples I guess you could call them left over from the surgery and so I had to go back to get them removed. And now I have a scar running down my stomach that looks like a centipede. The scariest part of the whole ordeal for me has to be not that I was so close to death but the fact that the pain was so unbearable that for a moment I actually wished to die in surgery just so that the pain would stop.

that's sad im sorry to hear that baroque i never knew tht happend to you

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That was a good read Baroque, thanks for sharing. o3o

Aww. Its okay Shadow.

Lol. Kudos to the both of you for actually reading my whole story. Thought it might have been a bit too long.

I also read your story that was more like a hospital drama novel. J/K.

It was a good read and I'm sorry to hear that happened to you.

I don't really have anything to share back. Besides common colds and eating the occasional thing that doesn't agree with my stomach, I've never been seriously sick or hospitalized for anything.

Lol. Thanks. Glad to hear a lot of people have never been seriously sick.