That’s right folks. Another trip to the hospital. And this one lasted almost a week.
I had my post-op checkup on August 4th and it went fine. Biopsies revealed what we already knew so there were no surprises there. He was surprised that my pain was still at the level it was and that I was still unable to eat. He said we would keep a close eye on it and I went on my way.
Two days later I felt like I had fallen into the seventh circle of hell. I was vomiting or dry heaving non-stop so I called my surgeon’s office. He wasn’t in yet but the nurse said that I could either go straight to the ED or she could get me an appointment that afternoon. Considering I absolutely hate everything about the ED, I opted to stick it out for the appointment. As soon as I got to his office, I went downhill and I went downhill FAST. By the time he got in the room, I was shaking from the pain and vomiting. Unfortunately Abby was with us and she had to witness it which shattered my heart. She was so scared and just held my hand. Of course he sent me straight to the ED, the place I had been trying to avoid in the first place. He didn’t want to go ahead and admit as I could have just been severely dehydrated and needed meds and fluids.
The ER is less than a half mile away so we got there quickly but of all days, the place was code red (meaning it was completely overflowing and they were on the phone calling in more staff when I rolled in). Â Thankfully they saw how bad of shape I was in and I got slid through a little faster. A family friend came to pick up Abby and my mom had already planned to come down for the weekend so she just headed straight to the hospital.
Two nurses came in the room to start the IV and I warned them that I had really shoddy veins. They laughed it off and said not to worry, they were good. I hate that response because I know it means they aren’t taking me seriously and are going to half kill me before being able to sink the IV (why won’t they get one of those new devices that helps locate veins?!). I had one on each arm digging around. They would either blow the vein or not be able to stick it. I don’t think I have ever been so close to passing out. I felt my eyes starting to roll back in my head. Then I heard another nurse come in the room. She told the others to back off and she nailed it first try. She had been an army nurse for years and knew where to get people when you need to move quickly. She is most definitely a hero.
They started the fluids and meds and then the most God awful pain I had ever experienced in my life hit (I must have descended down to the 9th circle at that point). Had I know known better, I would have thought I was having a heart attack. I couldn’t breathe it was so intense. They gave me a shot in the shoulder for quick relief and while I usually hate the site of a nurse with a massive needle, at that point I didn’t care. It finally got me stable enough to go to CT. The scan didn’t show any stones or anything that had been left behind from the gallbladder surgery but their was some fluid and inflammation so they were going to admit me for the night for observation and to keep the fluids going.
That one night turned to five. We couldn’t get my pain under control nor could I keep anything down. Even ice chips would make me throw up. Over the course of my stay, they repeated the HIDA scan and an EGD. When my labs came in, it showed that my pancreas enzymes were five times what they should have been so the official diagnosis was pancreatitis. They dropped back down rather quickly but it still didn’t provide answers for everything that was going on. Once I was able to keep liquids down, I was discharged on the 11th with order to see my GI in Charlotte as soon as possible. I was able to see him last Thursday and he is sending me to a pain specialist he works with for a second option on treatment options beside pain medications. Praise Jesus! I have wanted to get away from my current specialist for quite some time but there is a lot that goes into changing clinics without looking like a drug seeker so with him making the referral and notating that we are looking for non-narcotic options, it will cut through a lot of the red tape and keep me safe.
I’m still not able to eat normally (Ensure and milkshakes are my current BFFs) but I am definitely feeling hopeful that change is just around the bend with the referral and the news that I finally having a hearing! My court date for my disability has FINALLY been set so we are in the home stretch of getting the whole ordeal put to rest! I am definitely feeling more energized and ready to take on the world. I read this post by my endosister, Kasanndra, wrote called “Why You Should Be Brave, If Nothing Else” and it was definitely something I needed to read today and maybe you do too. I am ready to put the past behind me, look forward to the future, and reclaim my hope with chronic illness.
I am working at getting back in the swing of things and get back on a regular posting schedule. I’ve also been doing some behind the scenes work to keep things running smoothly and to really put more of myself into the blog. If you have any ideas on what you would like to see happen on the blog or within the community, most definitely leave a comment or shoot me an email! I will be chatting with you again soon!
Beautiful girl, you are such an inspiration. I’m so touched by you always, and so encouraged. Your battles are tough, but your spirit is even tougher. Keep pushing forward in His light, you have everything you need to success within you. So privileged to call you sister throughout both our trials. Thank you for always being you, perfectly imperfect, but you! xxxxx