Friday, August 19, 2011

Curses, Morphine and more Curses

It started out to be a good night last night, a bit on the slow side, not too shabby, but I KNEW I should have brought my own lunch, damn it. Meatballs, rice gravy and lima beans was the menu of the day in the cafe at work. For $3.75 I purchased myself another visit at the local E.R. Covering Podium during break, doing ok, then uh-oh. As they were calling a minor medical in another part of the building, I was leaning against the wall, head first and praying this was not happening again, and at work too. I had been very careful of what I was eating, no alcohol, not a lot of caffeine, and drinking a great deal more water than I normally do.

I hate calling a medical on myself, I cannot stress that enough. When Shawn popped open the door and saw tears pouring down my face he quickly shut it. When Eric Woods came into the room I was at the point of looking for someplace to curl up and die. The poor new guy from Emergency Medical Services looks about 15, but I know he is married and older. I could not sit still long enough to take a blood pressure so he put oxygen on my face and asked if I wanted 9-1-1. Oh yes..please. (I don't think it came out quite like that) I was alternating a moan ( I was trying to not scream) and getting louder and cursing. Sweating and crying I looked up to see a look of almost horror on Eric's face. I don't think he was disgusted, I think he felt helpless. You don't know quite what to do with yourself when presented with a family member or friend in that kind of pain. You do what you can and stand back. I know, I have been there.

Last time I took the ambulance ride I almost felt foolish because what I had experienced was almost past when I sat in the back. This time they could not get a Blood pressure reading either, too much movement on my part. I barely registered any of them, but I do recall the damn bumps we hit on the way there.

Into the E.R., they had trouble slapping on EKG leads, my entire body was covered in sweat now, head soaked. No pain meds yet, trying to answer questions, but I think all I could manage was " august 2nd...visit..look it up. Finally an IV and morphine, which did not knock me out. The pain scale slipped from a 10+++ to a 5 and I could talk again. Nothing they gave me completely got rid of the pain, I was alert and oriented enough to step out of my room holding the IV bag and saying I was going outside to smoke. ( at least 2 hours had gone by) Accompanied by a Nurse ( who also smoked) I flashed my granny panties at the world and went out. I did not care who saw me.

Mel kept me company via text messages, I was out of phone minutes. I Hope you were able to get some sleep, and thank you, from the bottom of my heart for holding my hand long distance. Hugs.

Concluding..no return to work till Saturday night. My white count was elevated indicating that there might be an obstruction as well as gallstones. I was told this would only get worse..(OH MY GOD..NO IT WON"T) and encouraged to move the date of surgery earlier. Sent home on Augmentin as an antibiotic (big strong bug killer) Phenergan for nausea, and Vicodin. This is the third pain killer I have been prescribed thus far. I feel like a walking pharmacy. I've just got finished dragging my butt through Walmart, and finally am sitting in my own room.

I know this makes it look like I am a medical disaster story, but my EKG was normal. I have only had one cold this year., despite smoking my chest is clear. From what I understand gallstones are formed because of living, nothing more. I have talked to quite a few friends and strangers who have also had theirs removed. I want them gone..seriously, I have never felt pain like this before in my life, and never want to again. I hope no one has to feel that way, it completely sucks. When they said it was like birth pain I wanted to hit someone...no baby there..just stupid stones.

done..will likely be crashing soon
Vicodin + Phenergan=sleep.
say a few prayers, please. I could use some.
k

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wish I could have been there in person. Glad that I could provide support via texting. Showed your granny panties? I would like to see a pic of that! lol
Hope you feel better soon.
Love, Mel

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