Sunday, August 15, 2010
Where were those search and rescue dogs?!!
I was counting on you guys!
Right after I made all of those grandious promises of blogging on a regular basis and the thrill of working from home, and how wonderful this whole thing was...it. hit. hard.
Seriously! As I pushed the 'publish post' button a pain seared through my upper stomach area. And stayed.
I worried for a minute that it might be something seriously serious...but I haven't had one iota of heart problems. Not one...and my doctor's are always going on and on about my great cholesterol levels. Surely it wasn't that.
But the pain didn't go away. It just kept on going and going and going. And then as it started to ease up, it turned into nausea and well...you know...the stuff that comes with that.
I started thinking it might be something I ate, so I settled on the couch for a long night of Fox News, Pepto and frequent trips to the loo. (Stop me if I'm sharing too much.)
By the morning, I still wasn't feeling super-duper, but it had let up enough that I went ahead and made a quick trip to town to do that shopping I was talking about. But by the time we were in the middle of Wally's World I'd had enough. I made an appointment with my physician for later that afternoon.
A VERY long story short...I ended up in the ER, saw a doctor who should have his license revoked for a) not only getting the diagnosis horribly wrong (random, weird infection) but b) prescribing an antibiotic (Flagyl) to treat the mis-diagnosis that is known to cause vomiting.
Hmmm....and to think I already HAD that lovely symptom.
I spent the weekend living on the couch, exhibiting every last one of my symptoms, minus the excruciating pain (it was down to a uncomfortable ache thanks for the beauty of hydrocodone)...but still making regular trips to the lavatory.
By Monday morning I was obviously dehydrated and had uncontrolled vomiting.
I. could. not. stop.
I returned to my doctor and he sent me to the hospital where I stayed for two long days. Honestly, by the end of day one I felt so much better (I think it was just finally being hydrated) I seriously considered checking myself out.
By the end of day two I was ready to take my IV cart and hunt someone down to release me. I saw my doctor at 7 a.m....didn't see the specialist until 7 p.m.
Thankfully he agreed to let me go home.
Pancreatitis. Weird, huh? Completely random. They can't figure out what caused it...but thankfully I had a MILD case.
Mild? Hmm... Not exactly how I would describe it, but I'm thankful to be done. All I have left is to get one more test done on Wednesday, just to make sure there is nothing else going on, and then I should be in the clear.
And here I thought working from home was going to be so relaxing.