What Happens in Ibiza Stays in Ibiza | Part 2

PART ONE HERE

I remember my temperature sky rocketing and feeling really really sick. I didn't want to worry anyone with what might just be a tummy bug so I just left it. The night we visited the night market our group we were in on the excursion were all piled into a coach and then off we went again to Ibiza town! I wont lie, I was kind of dreading it, only because the fist time we visited wasn't very nice, but this time we went and visited the old town of Ibiza, and even though I wore sandals, and my feet killed and I got a major case of chub rub because I thought wearing a maxi dress was a good idea, I'm so happy I staggered my way to the top, because views like these don't happen so often.




How beautiful does that look, right!?

Other than that I remember getting back to the hotel that night, still feeling a little crap but thinking nothing of it, and sleeping for what seemed like an eternity.

I vaguely remember the next day we both went sunbathing and that's when things really started to go down hill. my left leg suddenly flared up with a rash, had no idea how or why it was there to begin with but I thought it would be a good idea to get out of the sun asap before it got worse. If I'm honest, I thought I had sun stroke not Cellulitis which was what I was eventually diagnosed with. The night just got worse, the rash got bigger, I was freezing cold, literally, I was wearing pyjamas and socks in 38C weather,  but my body was hot to the touch. I was having boiling hot baths to try and warm myself up which made me feel better for all of an hour. And I was also sick. Alot. That night I managed to eat three chips and two pieces of water melon. Bleh. 

It got to the point at about 3am where I couldn't take it anymore and practically begged Jamie to take me to hospital. Obviously way out of my comfort zone, being in a hospital where next to no one spoke English and almost dying on the way there in a taxi because the front desk wouldn't call an ambulance for us, not the best way to spend the rest of your holiday really is it?

I wont go into too much detail about the hospital but I had an x-ray, cat scan, at least a pint of blood taken for tests and was hooked up to various antibiotics and anti-sickness drugs for about 14 hours. And was also told if I had left coming to the hospital any later I would have got Septicaemia so that would have been fun, right?Also trying to communicate with doctors and nurses through Google translate wasn't all that much fun either. The doctor did recommend that I should stay in over night but the thought of being by myself for the night in intensive care without any visitors made me sick to my stomach so I told a little white lie and said I was flying home the next day, when I obviously wasn't. I don't regret my decision to do that either, I felt more comfortable being surrounded by my boyfriend and his parents helping me trying to get better than my doctors and people I don't know. The antibiotics they gave me when I left the hospital weren't nice either, they helped a little, but not much.

The next few days were a bit of a blur, concentrating on trying to get better and complaining that I was in pain alot was definitely two things I did alot. I'm surprised Jamie but up with it alot of the time but he did and I love him all the more for it, and for looking after me. Bless him. 
Nearing the end of the holiday Jamie and I went for a walk along the beach to 'Love lock bridge' how cliche, but still I thought it was cute. We made stupid noises and talked and stared at the sea. I miss that alot. I do hope that our lock is on the bridge for a while and if we ever go back, we can see it again.


This time right now, about three weeks from my holiday, my leg is still swollen, ALOT, and I do keep elevating it to try to ease and such but it's not wanting to do as it's told. Sigh. I've even been back to the hospital TWICE but they've given me the all clear now so I'm kinda stuck in a rut. 

Other than that it was a pretty good holiday and I would go again, but maybe this time keep away from the sea and mosquito's. Who knows? 


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