I promise never to complain again! After this week I found out things can get worse. Started off with no chemo - body needed a rest. Then what started off as a relaxing weekend took a nose dive. Spent the day in Michigan and didn't feel 100% which was disappointing since I thought it was going to be a great weekend with no treatment. WRONG!!!! Woke up at 2AM in a small po-dunk town in severe pain - it was my gallbladder. So we had to find a hospital and FAST! Found hospital and got there (I think they had 3 rooms) and announced "I'm having a gallbladder attack". Now those who have had one knows what I'm talking about. They of course being ""medical experts" knew better. Now you all know my writing so you know where I'm headed... After a CAT scan they found I indeed WAS NOT having a gallbladder attack. So they gave me some drugs once the pain subsided and sent us on our way. Back about 6AM to catch some sleep. Woke up about 9AM again in pain and told Mark we better start back. By the time we were home the meds they gave me were not working. So I called my doc and tried to get her to give me something stronger. No luck - on our way to U of C Med Center. Four hours later (don't get me started although kuddos to the ER staff who kept me from the general population) I'm in ER Isolation very sick. Truthfully I don't remember much but Mark filled me in on what I missed. I had 4 different docs who were split that it was gallbladder or lung infection. Oh, did I mention that they did another CAT scan and found stone and inflamed gallbladder 18 hours after the one in MI and it took 2 MD's, 2 hours and an ultrasound to put in an IV in my arm? Another funny...I get to the CAT scan and they asked if I ever had one before. I say yes, about 18 hours ago of which they say "you cant have another one so soon!!!! After several phone calls I was cleared but they knew I had one and even brought the report with me. I had surgeons talking to us about surgery but things changed hourly. Monday - what I remember was hell. My temperature went over 102 degrees. All I remember is them keep changing my gown and sheets because I was soaked. It wasn't until after 7PM Monday that they stabilized me enough to move me in a private isolation room. It wasn't until Wednesday night that I was able to actually talk and felt like I was getting better. Turns out I did have a gallbladder attack but I also had a bacterial infection which was causing me all the problems. So after 7 days of intensive antibiotics, injections and blood draws my arm is all black and blue.
Thanks to Mark who never left my side, Sister-in-law Cindy who came to give Mark food breaks and all my friend's and family who called and emailed with messages. I'm sorry I wasn't available but could hardly talk. Special thanks to friends at Designcraft who covered for me and sent their love and support. You remain my rock and I love you all.
Too tired to go on...more details when I get some rest.
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