It's Been Awhile Part 1
Oh it really has, and so much has happened since then. Mainly, just a little over a month after I posted my last post, I almost died.
I thought that might grab your attention. That's right, I said died.
On October 9th, I worked my last day of work for what was to be a weeks vacation. Little did I know that I would not be returning to my desk until the beginning of January.
Redneckgirl and I started our vacation nice and early, and we drove out to Belterra Casino for her birthday, in order to spend some time gambling a bit and some quality alone time away from real life. We stayed there until October 13th, and she got her "amazing" gift from the casino before we left....a t-shirt...lol!
We drove home and enjoyed a night alone together. Nights like those are hard to come by with children and family all over the place, so we enjoyed them when we had the chance to.
On the morning of the 14th, we got up early and had breakfast at McDonalds. I had a large coke and a sausage biscuit. I remember this so well because it was the last food I would eat for at least 45 days.
Around 10:30, I started having severe stomach pains, so bad that I was doubled over with tears in my eyes. Redneckgirl suggested that I go to the ER, but I told her that I would take a pain pill and try to sleep. On a side note, if I "had" done that, I would most definitely be dead.
In less than 10 minutes, I agreed to go to the ER because the pain was increasing. We walked in the doors and they immediately got started working me in because they thought I was having a heart attack. I told them as much as I could, but I remeber that all the questions seemed stupid. Of course, I didn't realize the seriousness of the situation.
They got me into a room and shot me full of morphine. What I remember of the room was a tiny place with 1 or 2 chairs and a tv hanging on the wall, as well as a bathroom. Most of my time in this room were my darkest hours. Redneckgirl barely left my side as she was scared to death that this was the end for me, and she wanted to be there in the event that it was. She sat and read her Twilight books for the first 4 days I was there. Those days were mostly getting a morphine shot, then sleeping until the pain woke me up again. I hardly spoke a word during those few days, and I honestly think that everyone expected the worst from my situation.
The fifth day was surgery day. They were going to remove my gall bladder because they thought that was what had caused my pain.
When I walked in and after they took my labs, they said my blood sugar was extremely high, and that taking my blood was like getting pudding into a tube....I know...kinda gross right?
They also made me aware of my high blood pressure, which was through the roof due to the pain, and high cholesterol, especially my triglycerides. Now, I don't want everyone to go look to see what it all means right now, but a person who has high triglycerides has a level of about 200 to 250. Mine was 12,000. I haven't heard so many shocked people in my life when they would hear of or read that. Needless to say, I am now a case study for doctors. According to a few doctors I have spoken with, they said that when you walk into a hospital in that much pain, and with levels that high, usually you don't walk out.
Getting back to the surgery, I had some gall stones and they thought that had caused my pancreatitis. They took the gall bladder out and sent me home the next morning. Six days in the hospital for all that, and I was still in pain, and hadn't eaten anything except liquids. That's all they would let me have. Clear liquid diets suck by the way!
On the day of my release, I find that they sent me home with some prescriptions, but no pain medication. I immediately called my family doctor and scheduled an appointment for the next day to get some pain meds.
I thought that might grab your attention. That's right, I said died.
On October 9th, I worked my last day of work for what was to be a weeks vacation. Little did I know that I would not be returning to my desk until the beginning of January.
Redneckgirl and I started our vacation nice and early, and we drove out to Belterra Casino for her birthday, in order to spend some time gambling a bit and some quality alone time away from real life. We stayed there until October 13th, and she got her "amazing" gift from the casino before we left....a t-shirt...lol!
We drove home and enjoyed a night alone together. Nights like those are hard to come by with children and family all over the place, so we enjoyed them when we had the chance to.
On the morning of the 14th, we got up early and had breakfast at McDonalds. I had a large coke and a sausage biscuit. I remember this so well because it was the last food I would eat for at least 45 days.
Around 10:30, I started having severe stomach pains, so bad that I was doubled over with tears in my eyes. Redneckgirl suggested that I go to the ER, but I told her that I would take a pain pill and try to sleep. On a side note, if I "had" done that, I would most definitely be dead.
In less than 10 minutes, I agreed to go to the ER because the pain was increasing. We walked in the doors and they immediately got started working me in because they thought I was having a heart attack. I told them as much as I could, but I remeber that all the questions seemed stupid. Of course, I didn't realize the seriousness of the situation.
They got me into a room and shot me full of morphine. What I remember of the room was a tiny place with 1 or 2 chairs and a tv hanging on the wall, as well as a bathroom. Most of my time in this room were my darkest hours. Redneckgirl barely left my side as she was scared to death that this was the end for me, and she wanted to be there in the event that it was. She sat and read her Twilight books for the first 4 days I was there. Those days were mostly getting a morphine shot, then sleeping until the pain woke me up again. I hardly spoke a word during those few days, and I honestly think that everyone expected the worst from my situation.
The fifth day was surgery day. They were going to remove my gall bladder because they thought that was what had caused my pain.
When I walked in and after they took my labs, they said my blood sugar was extremely high, and that taking my blood was like getting pudding into a tube....I know...kinda gross right?
They also made me aware of my high blood pressure, which was through the roof due to the pain, and high cholesterol, especially my triglycerides. Now, I don't want everyone to go look to see what it all means right now, but a person who has high triglycerides has a level of about 200 to 250. Mine was 12,000. I haven't heard so many shocked people in my life when they would hear of or read that. Needless to say, I am now a case study for doctors. According to a few doctors I have spoken with, they said that when you walk into a hospital in that much pain, and with levels that high, usually you don't walk out.
Getting back to the surgery, I had some gall stones and they thought that had caused my pancreatitis. They took the gall bladder out and sent me home the next morning. Six days in the hospital for all that, and I was still in pain, and hadn't eaten anything except liquids. That's all they would let me have. Clear liquid diets suck by the way!
On the day of my release, I find that they sent me home with some prescriptions, but no pain medication. I immediately called my family doctor and scheduled an appointment for the next day to get some pain meds.
posted by mindtwister at 2:20 PM
2 Comments:
It was so scary.....almost losing you was horrible. Watching you lay there in pain brought tears to my eyes. I love you so much and am soooooo glad that God gave you another chance.
I am too! I think this has been a miracle that I walked out alive and able to resume a semi normal life, and I don't intend to waste it away again.
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