I don't even know where to begin...
Even though my son's birthday was the 10th by some miracle we booked his birthday party for Friday the 1st. BECAUSE this huge shit storm all began on February 2nd!
We went out to dinner with friends, one of my fav places, and yet as we were driving there I told my husband I felt full. (FYI - I am never full. Never. I should've known right then and there something was wrong.)
After dinner, we came back to our house and my back started to kill me. Horrible pain. It was so bad I needed my husband to rub it. The pain kept getting worse and worse. It was so bad that I smoked a little to help the pain. (Not something I normally do.) It did help but only temporarily. Then when the pain came back it was worse than ever. Our company was like - um maybe we should go.
They no sooner left and I spent the entire rest of the night in the most agonizing pain of my life. I was then sick all night to the point where I gave up and just slept on the bathroom floor. At 6:10 am, I did finally get a little relief. However, I never left my bed all day.
At 11pm that night, the pain came back. And by 4 am, I was asking my hubs to take me to the ER. By that afternoon they were removing my gallbladder.
Great. Problem solved.
NOPE.
We made a foolish choice in the hospital we went to. Things didn't go exactly right. After two nights, they released me with a fever of 103.5. I also was incredibly short of breath. By Friday, I was back in ER where we learned I had a collapsed lung. They blamed the fever on that. Gave me breathing training to fix the lung and sent me home. Even though I was still like hmmmm...
Tuesday, I am no better. The fevers are still there. I call my doctor TWICE, he says wait until Friday to come in. He said there was nothing they could really see until Friday anyway. (Fine, asshole. Always trust a patient with a fever. But whatever. It's just my life we're talking about.)
Friday. Back to ER. I have an abscess. (I knew it!)
I am admitted. I get a drain. But after the abscess drains, bile is starting to drain.
What?
But I'm discharged after 5 days without them really knowing what's going on with me. (Yeah....I have no fucking clue how that was allowed.)
And now I STILL have the drain. It's disgusting. I am miserable!!!!!! And I have to go for an MRI tomorrow - in the snowstorm.
Should be lovely.
But I HAVE to go. This has been going on way too long. I need to get fixed! I can't take it anymore!!!! It's been over a month since this all began. I'm lonely and sore and bored and smelly and sad and half crazy!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe more like 3/4 crazy!!!!!
SERENITY FUCKING NOW!!!!!!!!!
OKAY - Rant over
for now....
Even though my son's birthday was the 10th by some miracle we booked his birthday party for Friday the 1st. BECAUSE this huge shit storm all began on February 2nd!
We went out to dinner with friends, one of my fav places, and yet as we were driving there I told my husband I felt full. (FYI - I am never full. Never. I should've known right then and there something was wrong.)
After dinner, we came back to our house and my back started to kill me. Horrible pain. It was so bad I needed my husband to rub it. The pain kept getting worse and worse. It was so bad that I smoked a little to help the pain. (Not something I normally do.) It did help but only temporarily. Then when the pain came back it was worse than ever. Our company was like - um maybe we should go.
They no sooner left and I spent the entire rest of the night in the most agonizing pain of my life. I was then sick all night to the point where I gave up and just slept on the bathroom floor. At 6:10 am, I did finally get a little relief. However, I never left my bed all day.
At 11pm that night, the pain came back. And by 4 am, I was asking my hubs to take me to the ER. By that afternoon they were removing my gallbladder.
Great. Problem solved.
NOPE.
We made a foolish choice in the hospital we went to. Things didn't go exactly right. After two nights, they released me with a fever of 103.5. I also was incredibly short of breath. By Friday, I was back in ER where we learned I had a collapsed lung. They blamed the fever on that. Gave me breathing training to fix the lung and sent me home. Even though I was still like hmmmm...
Tuesday, I am no better. The fevers are still there. I call my doctor TWICE, he says wait until Friday to come in. He said there was nothing they could really see until Friday anyway. (Fine, asshole. Always trust a patient with a fever. But whatever. It's just my life we're talking about.)
Friday. Back to ER. I have an abscess. (I knew it!)
I am admitted. I get a drain. But after the abscess drains, bile is starting to drain.
What?
But I'm discharged after 5 days without them really knowing what's going on with me. (Yeah....I have no fucking clue how that was allowed.)
And now I STILL have the drain. It's disgusting. I am miserable!!!!!! And I have to go for an MRI tomorrow - in the snowstorm.
Should be lovely.
But I HAVE to go. This has been going on way too long. I need to get fixed! I can't take it anymore!!!! It's been over a month since this all began. I'm lonely and sore and bored and smelly and sad and half crazy!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe more like 3/4 crazy!!!!!
SERENITY FUCKING NOW!!!!!!!!!
OKAY - Rant over
for now....
