Not going to make much sense tonight...

Still floating on ativan and pain pill, my body has technically been sleeping for the last 24 hrs, but it keeps telling me that more sleep would be a good idea now. Had an unexpected and unpleasant reminder of my human frailty yesterday. You know I wrote a previous entry on being in pain and being alone. Well, it happened again yesterday. The previous attacks were fairly short. This time it was over an hour of pain that would not quit. I finally gave in and called 911, something that I truly did not want to do, but driving to the hospital was not an option, and there was no one else I could call upon. it being early morning hours. Names popped into my head and were quickly let go, because I was afraid I would be refused, and personally I was at my zenith for pain at that particular time.

Gilligan tried to help, but he still does not have a learner's permit so he could not take me.

So I got a ride in the red and white box. Of course, accordingly to all things Murphy, the pain started to dissipate once the ambulance crew arrived. My BP was 170/1oo and still 164/101 while in the er. I had blood work and a sonogram and waited. The good Dr Allen came in to tell me that I was in for a treat, an overnite stay. Yay--I thought. Nothing by mouth for 24 hours, no matter my mouth was sahara dry. My Lipase, which is a pancreatic enzyme was 600 instead of normal 50. The sonogram showed stones. So they needed to bring the pancreas back to normal before I could leave. I slept for the most part having Dilaudid in my IV (which gave me a pounding headache) and then that was replaced by Ativan, and a snoring I went. After eating two meals today I was released with instructions that I would have to have surgery.

Unfortunately, using FMLA at work requires that I use vested time off, and that won't be till Sept 14, when Mel was already scheduled to come up and visit. I fear I won't be a terrific hostess, and that sort of bums me out, she helped a great deal last time she visited, I wanted to make this time fun for her. The doctor wants me to have the surgery within the next week. Sadly, I will not have the time off from work to pay for those days until Sept. So I will have to call and explain,

and seriously pray that I won't have another attack before that time.

I ask you my readers...do you not feel/believe that it is time for something good to come my way?? Am I not over due for fun times and less worry/stress?

I sure think so..I placed my order months ago.

anyway..zzzz time for me

k

ps: No extra drama added, the real thing was quite sufficient. Argh.