A few weeks ago I had to go into the hospital for a tummy irritation that wouldn't leave me alone. We deduced this was a reaction to the newest chemo.
They labeled me with colitis, a basic inflammation of the lower intestine, wouldn't give me any food to eat. Pumped me up full of drugs and saline and left me in a small room with a remote control.
A week later, I appeared better to the doctors and was released to complete recuperation in my nice, soft, fluffy bed with my Hubbie, dog and cats, where I belong... at home.
Another week later and I was back in the ER with a stomach obstruction. This time I enjoyed another 6 days of more.... intense tests, stronger drugs... (opiates, whew the dreams), with no food for another week, daily looking more and more like a pregnant middle aged grandma. They ended up performing a surgery to allow me to continue to live and giving them the time to allow me to heal so they can go back and remove whatever obstruction there is.
They think it could be a few things.. but they just don't know so this time I am going to ask for a zipper.
Next week they plan to do laproscopic surgery to remove it. Or a laproscopic "look around" and determine what to do at a later date.
Of all things, I never thought I'd end up with a blog where I sat around talking to people about my bowels, but here we are.
I apologize for the gory details but I figured, it is Halloween after all so what better time?! Trust me, I could share some episodes over the past week alone that would be hilarious in retrospect, but Lord, at the time I was wondering just exactly when I had died and gone straight to hell.
The truth is that I learned something pretty significant. Pain is a game changer. You can't remember not being in pain when you are in pain. All you can think about is pain. And take all the medication they give you so you will sleep yourself away in opiate dreams, waking to the big clock face on the wall in front of you. Page the nurse, "More pain meds, please". And on and on. It just makes you a little crazy.
I am sorry I didn't call more people or answer more calls, etc. I just didn't want to talk to anyone. I know you want to do something but really... I just gotta be left alone to recoup.
My angel of a husband, the man of my dreams, my hero and strength through all, never hardly left my side.
Now I am at home. I am feeling worlds better.
I feel like I have traveled through worlds to get here tonight, from where I was 2.5 weeks ago. But I am better. I am resting as much as possible and getting stronger every day.
I have to.
I have a few more things to take care of before I can get this behind me. But get it behind me, I will.
Keep those hugs coming.......... I feel them all the time and hope you are picking up mine too.
They labeled me with colitis, a basic inflammation of the lower intestine, wouldn't give me any food to eat. Pumped me up full of drugs and saline and left me in a small room with a remote control.
A week later, I appeared better to the doctors and was released to complete recuperation in my nice, soft, fluffy bed with my Hubbie, dog and cats, where I belong... at home.
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| No, this is Angelina Jolie, pregnant with twins. But I felt like this. |
Another week later and I was back in the ER with a stomach obstruction. This time I enjoyed another 6 days of more.... intense tests, stronger drugs... (opiates, whew the dreams), with no food for another week, daily looking more and more like a pregnant middle aged grandma. They ended up performing a surgery to allow me to continue to live and giving them the time to allow me to heal so they can go back and remove whatever obstruction there is.
They think it could be a few things.. but they just don't know so this time I am going to ask for a zipper.
Next week they plan to do laproscopic surgery to remove it. Or a laproscopic "look around" and determine what to do at a later date.
Of all things, I never thought I'd end up with a blog where I sat around talking to people about my bowels, but here we are.
I apologize for the gory details but I figured, it is Halloween after all so what better time?! Trust me, I could share some episodes over the past week alone that would be hilarious in retrospect, but Lord, at the time I was wondering just exactly when I had died and gone straight to hell.
The truth is that I learned something pretty significant. Pain is a game changer. You can't remember not being in pain when you are in pain. All you can think about is pain. And take all the medication they give you so you will sleep yourself away in opiate dreams, waking to the big clock face on the wall in front of you. Page the nurse, "More pain meds, please". And on and on. It just makes you a little crazy.
I am sorry I didn't call more people or answer more calls, etc. I just didn't want to talk to anyone. I know you want to do something but really... I just gotta be left alone to recoup.
My angel of a husband, the man of my dreams, my hero and strength through all, never hardly left my side.
Now I am at home. I am feeling worlds better.
I feel like I have traveled through worlds to get here tonight, from where I was 2.5 weeks ago. But I am better. I am resting as much as possible and getting stronger every day.
I have to.
I have a few more things to take care of before I can get this behind me. But get it behind me, I will.
Keep those hugs coming.......... I feel them all the time and hope you are picking up mine too.