I woke up early yesterday morning,
got dressed and hopped in the car...
was on my way to get Jo and bring her to her chemo appointment...
earlier in the morning, I had noticed that my lower back was feeling a bit 'out', but, i chalked it up to strenous excersize and stress, perhaps, so i went on my merry way.
by the time i arrived at Jo's house (which is seriously only 10 minutes away,) I couldn't stand up and was feeling nauseous...i ran past her into her bathroom and, well, lets just say it wasn't pretty.
of course, Jo was now in full Nurse-Mode, being a specialized RN herself, and was banging down the bathroom door trying to get in to help her little sister, ...me.
she broke in and found me trembling, sweating profusely and freezing all at the same time, and I was experiencing thee worst pain i've felt since childbirth.
(actually, childbirth wasn't that bad, thanks to a drug called Stadol)
I had a death-grip on my left side...pain was shooting from behind my left hip and traveling down the front of my groin...
we got in the car and brought me back home, all the while I was thinking I was experiencing an appendix attack, but it wasn't for the pain was on my left, appendix is on the right.
I called Peter, he flew home from work, in the meantime he had called our local emergency dispatch and they called for an ambulance...
...you KNOW i'm sick if I'm requesting a ride to the hospital.
Ambulance arrives, attendants find me in my bed, writhing in pain, my sister Jo barking orders, my husband standing at the foot of the bed with those deer-in-the-headlights look on his face, and my poor daughter, in the hallway, half in tears, holding the phone...
I managed to walk down the stairs, (don't ask me how) and got on the gurney, into the ambulance, hooked up to IV fluids,
head in a barf-bag on on-my-merry-way to Lynchburg General.
Got to the hospital, got shot up with morphine
(btw, YUCK.)
and was sent for an immediate MRI ~
Now I'm laying on the bed, in Bay 11 of the Emergency Department.
half-hallucintaing from the morphine, still vomitting
and thinking I was on an underwater roller-coaster
(as I mentioned before, YUCK.)
Zophran finally kicks in, stopped vomitting, MRI results are back:
KIDNEY STONES
"a 3 centimeter stone is lodged in your bladder, Mrs. Brechlin"
i heard the doctor say...
"it should be passing soon"...
BUT
"we found a cluster of stones in your left kidney, where this one traveled from..."
"2 more the size of this one, and a bunch of smaller ones..."
I kinda drifted off at that point, as the nurse said to my hubby:
"Get ready for round two"
Oh YAY.
SOOOOoooo, now I'm home
with a sore belly, a foggy head, no appetite whatsoever and
on Lortab (vicodin, codeine, etc...)
"Drink plenty of fluids, water especially to help them pass"
are my doctor's orders...
I'm about to float away...........
on an underwater rollercoaster.
and how was YOUR day?
Blessed be,
Lori
