Basically this is going to explain how I ended up thinking herpes was a yeast infection.
December 3rd, something started to feel weird. A week after getting over covid my body started acting up. I went about the day in a bit of discomfort.
December 4th, my birthday... I woke up with a good amount of pain so my mom got me a doctors appointment and I had one of those female exams. She agrees that it's a yeast infection. Because even though I'm 17 I've never kissed a boy. (I'm straight in case you are wondering) we head home and school finishes. Since it's my birthday we were going to portillo's with my then boyfriend (I asked just to be friends like 2 and a half months ago) and friend who I helped her brother with. We got to portillo's and I was starting to have trouble getting up (because of the pain) we ordered and started eating. But, then I started shaking and stuff and I had to take something to make sure I wasn't going into a danger zone. But, a hour later I was supposed to check but I couldn't because there was blood. And I went to sleep in pain. Monday morning since my birthday was a Friday. I went to the doctor again by this time I could barely do anything. It was just a check up. But, then since I was still having a issue he checked (when you are in pain you'll probably not care who looks as long as they are a medical profesional) and he was like yeah a yeast infection as well. Skip 2 days it's Wednesday morning, around 2 a.m. I couldn't get up to go to the bathroom. So I had a accident. (I know gross) I was crying and begging for my dad to wake up then he did so he helped me get everything ready to go to the wash. Skip to the next day. I had just started my first block class. And it got to the point of being unbearable where I actually asked my parents to give me alcohol. (I'm a firm believer that alcohol ruins your brain and I'd never drink) so they took me to the hospital. When they started there tests they had to knock me out because I couldn't handle the pain anymore. And a little while later they said if you go to the bathroom you can leave. Well I tried but I couldn't feel that need anymore. So they knocked me out again to help make sure I could y'know. And I ended up hospitalized by like 6 p.m. (we got there around 10 a.m.) So they keep checking in on me every 3 or 4 hours checking my vitals. The next morning I email all my B day teachers ( it's a A/B schedule) I only went to the first block to check in and explain in in the hospital. (But there was a sub and he's a family friend so he let me leave right away) And through out the day I laid in bed taking pills to lessen the pain. (I also texted my therapist because I was in the hospital) Friday and Saturday pass. Sunday comes and they decided today was the day to see if I could go on my own. So they take it out around 1 p.m. And give me laxatives as well since I hadn't done that as well. Let's skip to around 8 p.m. The laxatives kick in and I emptied my bladder all the way. (My parents went to eat downstairs and the nurse had just left so I sat crying and was like I get to see my sister. The nurse comes in and I say "I did it" like I was a toddler. And they were proud of me because my body had went through hell for a week straight. On the way home though I held my body up because I was still in some pain and roads are bumpy so when we finally get home I waddle my way to the door with all the gifts I received from when I was in the hospital. I get inside and automatically go to my room and lay down because I was exhausted. My cat came running to me and wouldn't leave me side for about a week. (That's actually how all 4 were) I guess they were worried. Also you may be wondering what they came up with for my situation. Well they said the most likely way for me was a toilet seat. Yeah you read that right. A TOILET SEAT. So I still have discomfort from time to time. But, that's because it was the worst case they've seen. I'm going to end it here.
