Get Well Soon
March 22nd, 2008It’s been a rough couple of weeks. Sunday, March 2, I woke up with a bit of a stomach ache. A little higher up than usual, but not a big deal. I figured I was just hungry. We went out to brunch after church, and instead of feeling better, I felt much worse and sent my son to get some 7-Up. I slept fitfully most of the day, trying to get comfortable. By late evening I was taking Tylenol and Advil to relieve the discomfort, and in the wee hours of Monday morning I was checking when Urgent Care would open. In the process, I discovered that if you have “severe abdominal pain” you should not go to Urgent Care, you should go to the ER. So, at about 5 a.m. on Monday, DH drove me to the Emergency Room. (I had last been there 22 years ago - almost exactly - to give birth to DD who was born March 3 at about 6:30 a.m.) I discovered that I was having a gallbladder attack, and that I had a gallstone at the entrance to the gallbladder and that most likely it would have to come out. I had an unexplained elevated white count, too. I was told to see my Dr. in 2 days. I slept most of the two days, went to see the Dr. and discovered that the white count was even higher. He suggested a couple of days in the hospital with IV antibiotics and then likely removal of the gallbladder the following week. By the end of the day Wednesday, the Dr. wanted me in the hospital. Everyone seemed to think I was there to remove the gallbladder, and the sooner the better. After all the consults and the like, it was decided to remove my gallbladder on Friday, March 7 (my first surgery ever). DH came down to stay at the hospital during surgery (with the rest of the crew running the business and house without us). The surgery took a couple of hours and went well - they were able to take it lapriscopically (just barely). However, I had some funky heart rhythms in recovery and they thought I was having a heart attack. I was moved to Cardiac Intensive Care unit for 3 days while they monitored me and determined what was wrong. DH stayed with me for almost the whole time - he took a couple of hours off for showering and changing clothes. Eva H. came to stay with me (and kick DH out) for a few hours. She brought me the fun balloons shown above. I was not aware that she used to be a nurse!
We did get to impress her with a medical procedure she had not seen before - to get my heart rate back to normal. I spent an additional night in the ‘regular’ side of the cardiac unit, and was finally discharged on Tuesday, March 11.
Strength and stamina are slowly returning. The surgical recovery seems to be going really well. I now have more daily pills to take, and a bunch of follow-up appointments to see that everything is working well. Chris, Doug and Tonya really held down the fort while DH & I were in the hospital. I received some lovely flowers and the balloons - all of which were appreciated! Being stuck in the hospital is definitely not my idea of fun, and it certainly no place to get any rest! DH said that next time we have a vacation, he gets to choose the place! (As if this was a vacation, or that I had “chosen” it!) I do have to say that the staff was fabulous and the lab techs definitely know their job for drawing blood (always got it on the first try, and the least painful)!














