My initial appointment was scheduled for the following week, but my symptoms were getting worse. My mom convinced me to go to the Ann Arbor Emergency Room on a Tuesday night (a school night) so we could at least get a PET scan and get the ball rolling. The waiting game was starting to drive her crazy and I thought, what the heck, might as well shut her up.
Come to find out, the Emergency Room does NOT take shortness of breath lightly. Pretty soon, I came to find out that I would be in the hospital for multiple days. The chest X-Ray came back that showed a ton of fluid on my heart and lungs, which is very dangerous. I would have to stay for them to take out the fluid. Then, I would have to be monitored for multiple days to make sure my heart didn't go into shock due to excess fluid.
There was only one problem, both my sorority's hayride and my boyfriend's hayride was that Thursday and Friday. For those that don't know, hayride is an event were you go to a cider mill with a fraternity or sorority. There's usually a DJ and a bonfire. It's a really fun night and something that people definitely look forward to every year. I explained to the doctors over and over again that I absolutely could not miss these events, and they laughed in my face and acted like I was crazy. No one seemed to understand what is like to just want to be a normal college senior. This normalcy is seriously something that people take for granted. I know I had taken it for granted for the first 20 years of my life.
I ended up staying until Saturday. I finished painting the jugs for hayride in my hospital bed on the bedside table. I sat in my bed, fighting for my life, while all of my friends could just be normal and look forward to these things and experience these things. That's a hard feeling to describe.