I haven't read the responses to Hubby's posts yet, but I see there are quite a few -- thanks to you all for your support.
Monday morning, I woke up at 4:30 and threw up. Cleaned myself up, and went back to bed. Woke up at 6:30 and vomited again.
And again, for somewhere between 7 and 9 times total. All this by about 8:30 in the morning. So I had Galen call the gynecologist, and their first reaction was to see if I improved. Then he called our regular doctor, and they insisted on seeing me, since I was scheduled for surgery the next day. I was not thrilled; I had been vomiting so hard that all the muscles in my upper body were spasming, my pain level was a 10+ and I had fever aches on top of the bloody spasms. I was a miserable puppy. So Galen took me to the doctor, barf bowl in hand. I saw the doctor, she suggested I wait a week for the surgery. Galen called the gyn and let them know we had to postpone. I asked for something for nausea and pain. She gave me a shot of phenergan for the nausea, and Toradol, a strong anti-inflammatory, for the pain. She told me to push fluids to avoid dehydration. I begged for a nausea scrip, and she agreed to write one for 20 phenergan pills, though she thought I'd be feeling better by the evening. She wasn't quite right.
I did take another nausea pill a couple of hours later, along with a percocet to stave off the pain. I was still groaning in pain and flopping about like a fish, not able to get comfortable. I stopped throwing up, but was still very nauseated and in a lot of pain.
Around 4:30, I was sitting on the bed, and reached for the ginger ale I was trying to get down. Before I reached it, my hand started to shake, and my arm flew up in the air of its own accord. I said to Galen "I don't know what's going on!" and he said "Besides scaring the hell out of me?" Then the other arm joined in, and I fell backward on the bed, with my entire upper body shaking. I heard Galen say, "I think you're having a seizure!" I agreed, but couldn't speak. The episode lasted a minute, maybe a minute and a half. When I stopped shaking, I was gasping for breath, and could really only blurt out single syllables. By this time Galen had called 911.
I don't think I moved much till the paramedics got there -- I hadn't been dressed, so they got a t-shirt on me, and because our house is tiny and full of stuff, I had to walk from the back room to the gurney. When I opened my eyes, I couldn't make sense out of what I was seeing, and I was very weak and shaky. I was propped up by two paramedics and made it to the gurney. The ride to the hospital was slow because the roads and traffic were both bad. Ice will do that.
At the ER, they had a hell of a time getting an IV into me, because I was dehydrated, and apparently I no longer have good veins. I guess they've been stabbed so much that they hide now. Once they were able to get an IV in, they gave me Zofran and Dilaudid; the first dose of Dilaudid took the barest of the edge off the pain. The Zofran did help the nausea. Eventually they gave me more Dilaudid and the pain finally eased up.
And while I was still in the ER, Galen's sister called to tell him that his mother is in rough shape, with congestive heart failure, edema, and some kind of UTI, either kidney or bladder. She is not completely coherent. She's not in a hospital; she's in a long term care facility and apparently they manage all that there.
They ran lots of blood tests, told me my white blood cell count was up, and ran me through X-ray and a CAT Scan. At this time, I was still too weak to stand, which made the testing interesting, at least. They also put in a catheter.
I was admitted to the hospital at about midnight. Due to the "seizure-like activity," they wanted me on telemetry. From the next day and a half, that damned box beeped at me constantly. (Today the nurse switched the box, and I got blissful silence for the last day of my visit.) In the morning of Tuesday, I did need another dose of Zofran. During the day Tuesday (yesterday), I had an MRI of my brain, and late in the day, an EEG. I also was moving far better that day, and the catheter was causing me pain like a UTI, so I convinced them it was time to pull the catheter. I had some urgency for a while afterward, but it calmed down, and by this time I was able to go to the bathroom by myself, which I much prefer.
The supervising physician told me there was evidence on the MRI they took of my brain that I might have had a seizure, but nothing conclusive.
My clinic is right next door to the hospital. My doctor is actually a resident, and yesterday and today, one of the supervising doctors and one of the senior residents came in to see me at least once each day I was in the hospital, which I appreciated. My doctor didn't hear till today; I think she was out of the office yesterday.
By this morning, I was feeling well enough to want to leave. I had to wait for the neurologist, though. So I waited. However, the neuro didn't show up till 4:30 this afternoon. He talked to me, told me my EEG was normal, did a few tests, and concluded it had happened because I was sick. So I asked to go home, he said he didn't have a problem with it, and then went to chat with my attending doctor. It took a couple of hours, but Galen got there to pick me up about the same time the discharge papers got here.
So I'm home, and glad to be. Galen is drunk. I think that might actually help in the long run, he does not get drunk very often at all. I go to see my doctor on Friday for followup.
The Gothling has had a rough week. She was worried about me because I was throwing up before the surgery; the school called while we were at the doctor's and we passed on at that time that the surgery was being postponed. So she came home in a fairly good mood after being upset, fixed herself some food, and was hanging out in the living room when suddenly her dad announced that the paramedics were on their way because I'd had a seizure. She was pretty scared and worried about me. She also had a friend melt down Monday. Unfortunately, her choice was to push limits while all the adults were out of the house, causing major changes in house rules this week as well. And she found out her grandmother is most likely dying. So she is fairly traumatized, though very glad to have me home now.
Oh, and to those of you I follow, let me know what I need to catch up on, please. I'll catch up on a couple of you who are in rough straits right now, but it there is anything monumental. I'd like a pointer to it.
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