What a week it has been. As I last posted I got good news. The news still stays the same, however I had another "Attack of the Gall Bladder" (coming to a movie theater in your neighborhood). For those of you who have been following this you will remember in September and November of 2010 these attacks actually landed me in the hospital for an extended time. This one started Tuesday during the night but didn't escalate until 1AM Wednesday. I did get up and managed to get to work (looking like hell) and made it until 11 AM. After consulting with the doctors it was decided that I come in for evaluation and fluids. So right to the hospital where they did an evaluation, gave me those oh-so important painkiller drugs (diudid is my best friend) and hooked my up to an IV. After a couple hours I felt groggy but better and they sent me home with more diudid pills.
Thursday I tried my darnest but just couldn't get out of bed. Another call to the doctor got me sent back to the hospital for an ultra sound. back home and to bed. Still not being able to eat anything but a clear diet (jello, juice, Popsicles, broth). I did try eating a piece of banana (a great accomplishment for me since I'm not a fan of the big yellow guys) and it no sooner went down when it came back up including bile (not my favorite shade of green). The day was a total waste. Could hardly function with the drugs.
Friday I got up feeling a little better and went into work trying to salvage the week. I made it until 11AM and left otherwise I wasn't going to make it home. Surgeon called to let me know he looked at the ultra sound and it wasn't my gall bladder. I told him I had this same pain at least 5 time before and know what it is when the pain goes into my back when he stops me to tell me that gall bladder doesn't have back pain. Now, I've had this problem for 8 years and everyone I talk to about it all have a common link. They all talk about the back pain. But what do I know - I'm only the patient. From there on the rest of the weekend is a blurr. Don't remember much of anything.
Saturday I think I may have over medicated myself. It was a strange day. Seemed like everything was being repeated. Every time Mark would in and say something I would think "didn't he say the same thing 20 minutes ago"? At one point I took my pain pills only to think (once swallowed) - "didn't I just take these"? Long story short Mark took the pills away and would only give them to me when needed. Probably a smart thing. Sorry to cousin Carol who called right in the middle of an episode of "Doreen the Dummy". I'm sure I wasn't making any sense at all. At least I have drugs to blame it on!
Started back working full time again on Monday and made it through the day. I feel fine - just more tired then usual but it will take me another week to get back to my old normal.
Until more to report - I have my Dancin' slippers on.
Keep on Dancin'
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