Well, since my last update, I spent almost a week in the hospital.
It was a long time coming, I think. Back when I first got pregnant with my son, almost 25 years ago, I had what I'm convinced was my first gallbladder attack. It ended quickly, and I didn't have another spell until a few years ago at work.
That time I ended up in the ER, thinking that I was having a heart attack. They gave me some antacid and sent me home, telling me that it 'might' be my gallbladder, and that I should have it checked by my personal physician.
Uh, if I'd had a personal physician, I don't think I would have been in the ER. I'm a church mouse. No money for seeing doctors. No insurance through work. Too expensive for my husband to get through his work.
So I didn't have it checked.
Fast forward to a few months ago when I started having intermittent spells with my stomach. Major pain the abdomen, nausea, gas. Usually it would pass in a few hours, ending as though someone had flipped a switch.
Then over the last week before I went into the hospital, I had four attacks in seven days. Two in one 24 hour period.
Last Thursday (24 June) I took Stacy to the clinic to get her med level checked as an attack was just starting. By ten that night, my husband had called several times, insisting that I needed to go to the ER and get it taken care of. Since he was stuck in the Northeast, he called my dad and then my mom.
I was hurting so bad that I finally agreed to let my mom take me to the ER. I really thought they would do what they'd done before: give me some antacid and send me home.
It didn't happen that way. After a CAT scan and bloodwork, (and being put on a saline IV on the inside of my right elbow) the doctor informed me that I was going to be hospitalized with pancreatitis, and that I would be having my gallbladder removed.
Damn.
They put me in a room (luckily, after that first night, I was in the two bed room alone for the remainder of my stay). I started feeling better on Friday, but my bloodwork showed that my numbers were still majorly high (the nurse told me later that they usually start observing a patient at 1000, my numbers were at 8000). The lab people couldn't understand why I wasn't begging for pain meds. I guess I have a high tolerance for pain.
I wasn't allowed to eat anything solid or drink anything but water until Saturday afternoon. I got to drink some apple juice and then Sprite. Since I tolerated it well, they gave me some broth.
And then real food! Hospital food tastes good when you haven't eaten for two days. LOL! Turned out that I probably passed the gallstone that was blocking my pancreas on Friday. They did an ultrasound on Friday as well, and scheduled surgery for Tuesday morning (due, no doubt, to the fact that Monday was Memorial Day, and it would have cost a fortune to put a team in place).
The extra time allowed my pancreas to settle down as well. They said I had acute pancreatitis due to a gallstone trapped in the shared duct. The chemicals from the pancreas were backing up into that organ, causing my pain.
After the surgery, I found out that I had something like 50 gallstones! I wish I'd thought to ask them to save the stones and possibly check with the Guinness Book of World Records people.
They let me come home on Wednesday. I'm hoping I can convince my boss to let me go back to work on Wednesday instead of Thursday, as he's got in mind. Frank leaves early tomorrow morning to go back on the road (he got home last Sunday afternoon). Thank God for my mom, since she was able to have Stacy come to stay with her while I was in the hospital.
I received some lovely flowers from my online friends at the SteeleWatchers yahoogroup. My mom, daughter, dad, brother and sister in law and aunt came to see me - but not one of my coworkers came by or called. That was a little disappointing, but maybe they were too busy working, since I wasn't there to help. (At least, that's what I tell myself happened.)
My son and his wife called almost every day to check on me.
The nurses would come in to see if I needed anything, and usually I didn't. Some of them seemed a little sad to see me go, since they said I was such a good patient.
But it's good to be home. I'm not in that much pain - and have been able to eat just about anything without any problem. We'll see if that continues. LOL.
Anyway, that's what I've been up to for the last week.
I did finish a story when I got home. Another "Close to Home" fanfic. It's posted at my
CtH website
Enjoy!
Nancy