Gatorade Limon via IV

So after being so cranky in the morning on Monday, maybe you even felt it from the post, I went down with a fever of 102F later that afternoon, and with diarrhea and vomitting, African style later that night. The local clinic staffed by a nurse and a Doc. on the phone gave me Panadol to make the fever go away and told me to come back tomorrow morning in case it does not get better. I must have looked like a nutcase to the doctor on the phone because I was crying (b/c of the fever) and she was thinking, I felt like, if she should assess for a phychological breakdown of some sort. I did explain to her that I cry when I have a high fever, and she did ask me how often does this happen to me (the crying and the fever, relevant question) Only about once in 5 years, I replied.
After a busy night in the bathroom, since the diarrhea and vomitting were often, and often at the same time I became extremely tired and dizzy (dehydrated) and still had fever. My supervisor who is a nurse sent me to the hospital, which I tried to oppose since my bathroom intervals were nowhere near 20 minutes and I really did not want to embarrass myself with sqautting down in the traffic or else...
The nice man at the hospital door offered me a wheelchair as soon as he saw me wabbling in, I do agree I needed it.Please head for the nearest bathroom, I asked him in a quiet voice. The doctor saw me in about 20 min after we entered the hospital, which is unheard of in Boston area hospitals' ERs. No way. A nice nurse asked me to go pee is a cup, from the little I gave her back the doc said I have a UTI infection, which apparently spread into my intestines as well, aren't I lucky. UTI african style. So after three nice nurses who did not bother speaking English around me stuck my hand with a THICK IV needle, never again!, I got hooked on a lemon Gatorade IV for two hours with some more Panadol. My dear roomamtes came back in the purple monster (ly supervisor's Opel) and picked me up later on, still mostly out of it. The ER friendly visit cost about $80(Western style hospital in a southern country with no insurance, since my school SOS travel insurance was not recognized, which is why I had my credit card with me) and the meds they gave me home about 60$ (western price in a southern country, shame on them, Vertex and Co :). I don't want to say a poor country, not to be PC but, SA is not a poor country, I saw the platinum mines! it just seems to have a much greater divide between the very rich and the masses of very poor.
Like the doctors were Indian or white and the nurses black, I hate to divide it like that but that is what I see. I don't know if I should want to turn black or should want to stay white, I guess it's an obviously irrelevant dilemma which you would find relevant though, if you were here.
Anyway, I feel much better! I have to go and take my last antibiotic this evening and tomorrow, hike. I hope I took it out for all of us global girls and none of us has to deal with ERs or stomach issues!
Does any of you cry when you get really sick with a fever? Just though I'd ask...