I can't believe how much time has passed since my last post. Really, I am still here! I've been so busy making final preparations for the upcoming open house and then.... I ended up in the hospital!
It couldn't have come at a worse time as my open house is my main event for my website shoppe. We send out over 200 invitations each year between Betty and myself. Can you put a rain date on an emergency??
It all started on Tuesday, with the most severe stomach pains I had ever felt. I was literally on the floor doubled over in pain. I was home alone with my son and daughter when this overwhelming pain brought me to my knees, which is exactly where you need to be when you need help from the Lord. Thankfully, my son just got his drivers license last March, so he drove me to the hospital to take me to the Emergency Room.
All the way in there, I was laying in pain in the back seat praying that if it was nothing, God would take the pain away. I couldn't stand the thought of going through all this and having them tell me it was GAS and send me home. By the time we got there, the pain was bearable and I went back and forth in the parking lot thinking, we should just go home. My kids finally talked me into going into the ER and as soon as we walked in, I knew we were in for a long wait. I had the kids bring me back home where I slept soundly for the entire night.
Wednesday, I'm going about my business trying to finish different projects for my open house, my daughter was home sick that day from a nasty bout of the cold. She helped me carry some things up to start pricing and again I'm hit with these terrible pains but they went away almost as quickly as they came. I'm thinking maybe I've got a stomach virus or something. It will pass.
Enter Thursday... after eating a bowl of homemade turkey noodle soup (thinking it would be light on my stomach) I was on the floor again in pain. Back to the ER we go, me and my kids. Of course they were so busy in there and there were about eight names before mine, all people waiting to be seen with some type of emergency issue. Again, I started feeling like I shouldn't be there, it's just a virus. We should go home. My son called his dad and he told him not to let me tell him to take me home (I can be stubborn at times).
Finally I get to see someone after waiting for an hour and a half. By that time though the pain was getting worse and I was beginning to think maybe I should be there.
To make a long story short, as this is already longer than I wanted it to be on such an issue, the doctor I spoke with thought it showed all the symptoms of it being my gall bladder. So what purpose does the gall bladder have I wonder? They gave me something to ease the pain and it didn't even touch it. They sent me for a chest X-ray (didn't they say gall bladder... is that in your chest??). It didn't show anything. Okay, so I'm still in pain and now it's looking like it might not be my gall bladder. Just let me go home then!!
My hubby shows up and son goes home to study for a chemistry test. Isn't the world supposed to stop when someone you love goes into the hospital?? I guess Chemistry waits for no one.
They give me something even stronger for the pain and I immediately start feeling light headed and dizzy (does that come in a doggy bag??). After conversing with the surgeon (who's currently in surgery) he tells them to admit me.
My hubby and I make preparations for my M-I-L to come stay the night with the kids and he, being the sweetie that he is, said he would stay there in the hospital with me. They get me to my room and all settled in. They are so kind to get my hubby something to eat since it's getting late and he hadn't eaten. I think the hospital must be the only place in the world that can get away with billing you $50 for a turkey sandwich, a bag of chips and a small carton of skim milk. They brought him a pudding (forgot the spoon, guess he'll have to suck it up through the straw) and a fruit cup. Hey, who's the one who needs attention here?? We settle down, me in my bed and him on a very uncomfortable upright chair and feet up on another chair. I offered for him to slide in beside me but he declines. The nurse on duty comes in and offers him to sleep in the bed beside me. She'll wake him if they need the bed for someone who really needs it. That's nice of her, we both agree. Who was I kidding? I'm a very light sleeper and every little sound on the floor seems to be magnified 100 times including my husbands SNORING!
The surgeon finally gets to my room at midnight and all I've done so far is try to sing a song in my head that's louder than my hubby's snoring. The surgeon and I discuss the days events and he checks me out, meanwhile my husband lays there snoring away into oblivion. I had to say, "please excuse my husband, he can sleep through a tornado". The surgeon laughs and says that he's been told he can do the same. Men!
The next stage of the night bring my nurse in to change my IV from an antibiotic to just fluids. We quickly discover that my IV wasn't hooked up securely and all the medicine is now in a pool on the floor and in my bed. So we get up and change the bed linens, she brings me a fresh blanket and an dry gown. Meanwhile, hubby snores on....
I decide at 2:00 that I need to relieve the first bag of fluids from my bladder so I go into the bathroom. I pulled the chain (as I was instructed to do) that said for emergency and suddenly I've got three nurses standing at the doorway as I exit the bathroom. Talk about awkward. I explained myself and they just laughed and said it happens all the time. Maybe that pain medication is stronger than I thought. Meanwhile, hubby snores on...
They come in to check my vitals every couple of hours, the last one being at 5:00. The young nurse and I carry on a lengthy conversation about the joys of being a stay at home mom and her desires to have children someday. We talked and laughed while hubby layed snoring in the bed beside me.
It's finally about 6:00 and my caring and concerned husband wakes up to see how I'm doing. I just laugh and tell him how amazing he is. At least one of us got a good nights sleep. I go throughout the day with puffy eyes and disheveled hair and he still looks good and very well rested.
I was scheduled for an ultrasound at 10:00. I still can't eat or even drink a sip of water and my lips and mouth are parched. The nurse comes in carrying a nice cup of hot coffee for my dear hubby.
After waiting for what seemed like hours, the nurse finally comes in to take me down to have the ultra sound. I have to say here and now, that I have the deepest respect for people in the medical profession. The years of learning and training they have to go through to be able to pick out the kidneys, liver and gall bladder on a screen that makes everything look like a moon thats made of cheese. Vast blackness and gray is all my hubby and I see although he's sure he saw a sandshark swimming around in my gall bladder. No wonder I don't feel well! Get that sand shark out of there and let me go home. But no, the ultrasound technician saw something totally different. She saw gall stones, many of them.
They finally felt sorry for me and fed me lunch to see how I would react. Since I passed the test with flying colors and no pains, they let me come back home to my kids, my dog and cats and all the messes I left behind. I'm on a very low-fat diet (which means no Recee's peanut butter cups for me) and an appointment to talk about having my gall bladder removed. That's just fine with me! They will have to wait until after next weekend when I have my long awaited open house. Please pray that I'll be a good girl and eat a healthy diet and stay pain free until then.
Thanks for listening to my long, but shortened story about my absence here in the bloggin world. Hugs to you~ Birgit