Monday, November 29, 2010

Thanksgiving Day ER Visit

It is well known in our household that I am the healthy one. I have low blood pressure, an impressive blood profile: perfect cholesterol, super amount of HDLs, perfect glucose, and so on. Yet, on Thanksgiving Day I am getting whisked away to the MCA Emergency Room to be treated for severe abdominal pain. Did I mention that it was severe? Like on a scale of 1 to 10, I was at 9.9, if death was the 10.

John was driving home from Kansas with the boys and I was at my mom's house. After delivering 26 turkey dinners to some less fortunate families that morning, we were going to have our own Thanksgiving around noon: spaghetti. My recurring pain hit me ~9:30 a.m. and kept on intensifying. I have been having these abdominal pains for a 2 weeks now, but never this severe or this long of a duration. John called around 11:30 and I was in tears, it hurt so bad. I wanted to wait for him to get home and then let him take me to the ER. However, it just kept getting worse and I could not keep from crying, it hurt so bad. Finally, John talked me into letting Mother take me to the ER. John called Dr. Urso, who lives in our neighborhood and works at the MCA ER. Turns out that he was not working, but he called ahead to let them know I was coming in.


Within 5 minutes of exiting the car, I was in a room, with an IV in my arm. They gave me some morphine, but it did not even touch the pain. After 30 minutes, they gave me something else that was 6 times stronger than morphine. (Did not know such a thing existed!) That took the edge off about 20 minutes later. Once I was out of extreme pain, they sent me down for a CT scan. Turns out I was having esophageal contractions, because I had not pooped in over a week. It was 'backed up' all the way through my large intestines and to my small intestines. Nice. The only explanation was all the hydrocodone I had been taking for my pathetic knee had caused the back up. Now I am eating lots of prunes, mixing Miralax and taking the prescription Lactalose to get things mobilized. Good grief.

And I am the healthy one!!

Me and my MOM!!!

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