Hospitalized

And the abdominal pain turned into 48 hours in the hospital. The pain meds were great but they still can't figure out what's causing the pain. I actually spent time at home trying to beat out the pain then I called the ER doctor that had treated me and asked if she could do anything else for me and she told me to come in and I'd be admitted. So, mom took me to the hospital again and they had a room waiting for me when I got to the ER. I got pain meds almost instantly and felt so much better because that was the only thing that helped. Five hours later and another ultrasound and I got a room down in the basement. Unfortunately, I didn't get as good of drugs when I was admitted and was stuck with morphine that didn't seem to work as well as the dilauded and of course, I got no sleep. I got maybe 7 hours of total sleep when I was in the hospital. And I had a colonoscopy. Yup, they went there. And after they gave me the happy drugs for the scope I was apparently talking about going to a "high class mexican joint." How the hell can a joint be high class?

Now I'm home again. It's probably going to take surgery to diagnose this. Hooray.

More fun

Of course the vicodin and other pain meds has made me constipated on top of everything else plus the CT contrast added to the mix has pretty much made my bowels cement. So, I've taken 2 laxatives today and am waiting for them to work. In the meantime, I've been to see the PA at my doctor's office. All I walked out of there with was a prescription for diflucan. I'm supposed to wait a few days for things to clear up and if the pain gets worse I either go back into the office or to the Emergency Room for more treatment. And if things don't clear up I'm either going to have to go see a GI doctor again for a colonoscopy or see the GYN for possible exploratory surgery because I might have endometriosis. Is there a less evil option in the house?

Owwwwwwww

So I've been having abdominal pain since last Wednesday that I'd rate at a 3 on a pain scale of 1-5. It's been uncomfortable and if it didn't clear up over the weekend, I was going to call the doctor on Monday. Then Friday night happened. I was at work and I was feeling pretty crummy and debating whether or not to visit the ER, but every time I looked at the patient list there were 40-50 patients down there and only 30ish beds. About 3 am I ended up doubled over in pain and crying and my coworkers told me to quit being stubborn and go to the ER. So I went, and I got the last bed. And a half hour later I got dilauded. That's some good stuff. It made the design on the curtains swim in front of me. But the pain was gone. I was put through the mill of ultrasound, pelvic and CT and they couldn't find anything wrong with me. I was going to get discharged shortly after 7 and I stood up to get my clothes back on and the room spun and I got nauseous. Cathy was with me because she was going to give me a ride home so that I wouldn't have to wake my parents up (I know, I know). The nurse got me some meds to help with the nausea that dissolved on the tongue and tasted like crap. Twenty minutes later I was vomiting up the last cup of contrast that I'd had to drink for the CT and then getting a shot in the rear of phenergren. My ass still hurts today from that one. Since it was nearly 8am at the time, I had Cathy call my parents and tell them that they didn't have to come get me but just let them know what was going on and they still came and got me. I slept off the phenergren by the time that they got there and got my prescription for Vicodin ES. And home I went.

I still hurt today but am trying to manage the pain with just motrin and ultram because the vicodin just keeps knocking me out and I want to work tonight. So tomorrow I call the doctor and try to find out what the hell is wrong with me.

Skin Trade and back to work

I finished reading Skin Trade last night. I enjoyed it and I'll have to read it again once I read Blood Noir again because I don't remember everything that led up to this book. I was disappointed that Richard wasn't in the book at all though because the last book had him so much and left me wondering what was going to happen with him. Now I have to wait more. Darn.

And tonight I go back to work. I don't want to. I've enjoyed my stress free week off. And the day that I go back to work is the day that it was finally nice all day. So, I washed my car inside and out. I think I'm a little sunburned now too, but it hasn't been a vacation if I don't go back to work with a sunburn.

Struggling to move

Note to self: Stretch more before working out.

I'm sitting here sipping coffee out of my "I got out of bed for THIS?!" mug barely able to move. Between the 3 hours of gardening on Sunday, working out yesterday on a workout that was full of squats, lunges and jumping squats and lunges, I'm hurting. Plus I cleaned most of my room yesterday. I have to finish that today so that I can clean the carpet, but for the moment, I'm just going to sit here and think about what I'm going to plant to attract hummingbirds to go with the wine bottle shaped hummingbird feeder that I bought last night. Then I'm going to go pick up my reserved copy of Skin Trade and hope that it gets warm enough that I can sit on the swing and read it.