A Day In The Life Of A College Student Stuck In The Hospital

A Day In The Life Of A College Kid Stuck In The Hospital

Which is where I'm currently writing from.


Most people would talk about how the first week of their spring semester was either a blast because they got to see their friends again or that it was just tiring all around because we are back in school and on a whole new schedule. Well, that is not the case for me with this spring semester. After the first day of classes for the spring semester, I ended up in a place where I did not think I would end up.

The hospital.

The Monday of the first day of classes, I woke up in the middle of the night with a sharp pain in my chest. It felt like something was being weighted down on it. I eventually threw up, and the pain subsided so I went about my day normally.

That is, until my last class of the day.

After my last class had finished, I went to stand up and the pain came back. Not as bad as it was in the morning, but it was still pretty bad. It took me a little under an hour to call my mom, tell her the situation, and walk to the student clinic. Now, I have a history with heart problems as when I was only two I had open heart surgery. So the chest pains gave me a scare that it could be related to something like that. When I got to the clinic, I was told that I had to go to the ER since there wasn't much that they can do.

That's how I was transported via ambulance to the Wood County Hospital Emergency Room.

My chest and heart were all cleared, but they found out that I had an iron deficiency, anemia, and something was up in my stomach. With tests already being done on my chest that night and they couldn't do much, I was admitted overnight. In fact, I'm already on my second going onto my third night now with finally having figured out the solution to my problem. That I will not say, but I can say that Coca Cola, "it's the real thing."

The current hardest part that I feel right now is that how am I going to get stuff done when I am currently restricted to a hospital room, an IV, and my room.

My parents are already making a great sacrifice for me with driving over from out of town. Another hard thing because I'm in a hospital where I know no one and I am unfamiliar with the location and building.

I only got lucky with missing one class during this week with classes being canceled by the University on Wednesday and Thursday due to the cold temperatures. But as Wednesday came on, I got worried about how I will be able to get some of the stuff done with doctors coming in and out throughout the day to take my vitals, change my IV bag, give me iron, give me my meals, and many other things.

As I finish up this article, I would first like to say thank you so much to the doctors and nurses at the Wood County Hospital for helping us out through all of this. Another thank you to the EMT for transporting me and the people at the Falcon Health Center for being the kick starter for this long, tiring, and audacious process.

Now, can I have this IV out of my arm now?

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To The Person Who Feels Suicidal But Doesn't Want To Die

Suicidal thoughts are not black and white.

Everyone assumes that if you have suicidal thoughts that means you want to die.

From an outside perspective, suicidal thoughts are rarely looked into deeper than the surface level. Either you have suicidal thoughts and you want to die, or you don't have suicidal thoughts and you want to live. What most people don't understand is that people live in between those two statements, I for one am one of them.

I've had suicidal thoughts since I was a kid.

My first recollection of it was when I came home after school one day and got in trouble, and while I was just sitting in the dining room I kept thinking, “I wonder what it would be like to take a knife from the kitchen and just shove it into my stomach." I didn't want to die, or even hurt myself for that matter. But those thoughts haven't stopped since.

I've thought about going into the bathroom and taking every single pill I could find and just drifting to sleep and never waking back up, I've thought about hurting myself to take the pain away, just a few days ago on my way to work I thought about driving my car straight into a tree. But I didn't. Why? Because even though that urge was so strong, I didn't want to die. I still don't, I don't want my life to end.

I don't think I've ever told anyone about these feelings. I don't want others to worry because the first thing anyone thinks when you tell them you have thoughts about hurting or killing yourself is that you're absolutely going to do it and they begin to panic. Yes, I have suicidal thoughts, but I don't want to die.

It's a confusing feeling, it's a scary feeling.

When the depression takes over you feel like you aren't in control. It's like you're drowning.

Every bad memory, every single thing that hurt you, every bad thing you've ever done comes back and grabs you by the ankle and drags you back under the water just as you're about the reach the surface. It's suffocating and not being able to do anything about it.

The hardest part is you never know when these thoughts are going to come. Some days you're just so happy and can't believe how good your life is, and the very next day you could be alone in a dark room unable to see because of the tears welling up in your eyes and thinking you'd be better off dead.

You feel alone, you feel like a burden to everyone around you, you feel like the world would be better off without you. I wish it was something I could just turn off but I can't, no matter how hard I try.

These feelings come in waves.

It feels like you're swimming and the sun is shining and you're having a great time until a wave comes and sucks you under into the darkness of the water. No matter how hard you try to reach the surface again a new wave comes and hits you back under again, and again, and again.

And then it just stops.

But you never know when the next wave is going to come. You never know when you're going to be sucked back under.

I always wondered if I was the only one like this.

It didn't make any sense to me, how did I think about suicide so often but not want to die? But I was thinking about it in black and white, I thought I wasn't allowed to have those feelings since I wasn't going to act on them. But then I read articles much like this one and I realized I'm not the only one. Suicidal thoughts aren't black and white, and my feelings are valid.

To everyone who feels this way, you aren't alone.

I thought I was for the longest time, I thought I was the only one who felt this way and I didn't understand how I could feel this way. But please, I implore you to talk to someone, anyone, about the way you're feeling, whether it be a family member, significant other, a friend, a therapist.

My biggest mistake all these years was never telling anyone how I feel in fear that they would either brush me off because “who could be suicidal but not want to die?" or panic and try to commit me to a hospital or something. Writing this article has been the greatest feeling of relief I've felt in a long time, talking about it helps. I know it's scary to tell people how you're feeling, but you're not alone and you don't have to go through this alone.

Suicidal thoughts aren't black and white, your feelings are valid, and there are people here for you. You are not alone.

If you or someone you know is experiencing suicidal thoughts, call the National Suicide Prevention Hotline — 1-800-273-8255

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