So if you've noticed there hasn't been much posting in the past week, there is very good reason....I have been sick. Very, very sick. I couldn't hold anything down, even water, and was projectile vomiting stomach bile everywhere. It was not pleasant.
I thought I just had a particularly nasty strain of the flu. The the intense, stabbing, burning pain started. It was all throughout my entire torso and extended into my back as well.
The pain was BAD. On a scale from 1-10, I would have to measure it at about a 563,257. I was in tears 24/7, having hot and cold flashes, and it was scaring the crap out of me.
So finally, since I am stubborn and terrified of doctors, my husband, Dan, made me go to the ER.
I thought I just had a particularly nasty strain of the flu. The the intense, stabbing, burning pain started. It was all throughout my entire torso and extended into my back as well.
The pain was BAD. On a scale from 1-10, I would have to measure it at about a 563,257. I was in tears 24/7, having hot and cold flashes, and it was scaring the crap out of me.
So finally, since I am stubborn and terrified of doctors, my husband, Dan, made me go to the ER.
The diagnosis? Pancreatitis. The docs started grilling me over my alcohol use. I got furious. I really don't drink very much at all. MAYBE 2 or 3 drinks, max, once or twice a month. There have been occasions like parties or whatnot where I have gotten 3 sheets to the wind, but those are very few and far between. I have kids to worry about, you know? They deserve to have a sober mother.
I grew up surrounded by addiction, and I have absolutely no respect for anyone who would choose drugs or alcohol over their kids. I protect my own kids from people like that so they don't get hurt or disappointed by it. I actually yelled at the doctor and told him that if he wanted to see an addict, he was looking in the wrong place. Sorry if this sounds harsh. But as a mother...... A good mother.....I would never allow my kids to witness that kind of thing growing up. It can really destroy a child in ways that can't be taken back.
Turns out, after taking tons of bood and doing a CT scan and a subsequent ultrasound, they discovered it is NOT related to being an irresponsible, addicted person. I have a gall-bladder that hates me and was trying to kill me. In fact, my potassium and electrolyte levels were so scary that if I had waited 48 more hours, I could have died.
As usual, none of the hospital staff had an easy time finding my veins. I literally look like a pin cushion or heroin addict right now.
I grew up surrounded by addiction, and I have absolutely no respect for anyone who would choose drugs or alcohol over their kids. I protect my own kids from people like that so they don't get hurt or disappointed by it. I actually yelled at the doctor and told him that if he wanted to see an addict, he was looking in the wrong place. Sorry if this sounds harsh. But as a mother...... A good mother.....I would never allow my kids to witness that kind of thing growing up. It can really destroy a child in ways that can't be taken back.
Turns out, after taking tons of bood and doing a CT scan and a subsequent ultrasound, they discovered it is NOT related to being an irresponsible, addicted person. I have a gall-bladder that hates me and was trying to kill me. In fact, my potassium and electrolyte levels were so scary that if I had waited 48 more hours, I could have died.
As usual, none of the hospital staff had an easy time finding my veins. I literally look like a pin cushion or heroin addict right now.
I have not been allowed to eat anything, or even sip water for that matter. I just been surviving off of IV-fluids. Dan has come to see me every day, and even brought the little ones yesterday. The sight of their beautiful little faces made me cry.
My Dad and Stepmom have also been fantastic. They have come by to see me a few times, and even brought me these cute flower arrangements.
My Dad and Stepmom have also been fantastic. They have come by to see me a few times, and even brought me these cute flower arrangements.
My Dad will be here when I get rolled into the operating room, as well as when I get out alive (hopefully). He will also be picking me up from the hospital and taking me home tomorrow.
So here I am, a mere 3 hours from surgery, and I am terrified. I have never been under before, and the idea of it scares the hell out of me. And I am hungry. SO, SO, HUNGRY. So if anyone wants to send me a pizza or something this evening, it would be greatly appreciated! I can't wait to be able to finally eat again!
So here I am, a mere 3 hours from surgery, and I am terrified. I have never been under before, and the idea of it scares the hell out of me. And I am hungry. SO, SO, HUNGRY. So if anyone wants to send me a pizza or something this evening, it would be greatly appreciated! I can't wait to be able to finally eat again!
If you're the praying type, I could absolutely use some prayers or positive mojo right now. I am a big baby and am about to have a panic attack. I'd love any support or advice you can offer during this horrifying experience. Hopefully I will be back at home recovering tomorrow, and will have some great giveaways for you.
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