But I’ve been missing since Monday.
Monday night, pulling onto the Bay Bridge in fast evening traffic, I had a slight cramp.
Right at Treasure Island I began strenuously NOT VOMITING, since I didn’t want to kill people, and I continued NOT VOMITING all the way to Ashby where I could pull over safely, and I efficiently lost dinner, starting an epic series of barfs that has continued for days. (Today, so far, barf-free! I only really have to make it to evening antibiotic + 2 hours, and the day is a win)
So anyway, Tom drove the rest of the way home, where the cramp had become the great-grandfather of all cramps, all on the right side, so we turned around and went to the Kaiser emergency room. Where I told them my pain was a nine (I imagine being dropped into burning oil as a 10) and found some more stuff to spew on the floor. I’m not sure if it was the pain or messing up their floor, but they pushed me right through.
Apparently I have a “big” kidney stone. I don’t recommend them.
They put me on lots of dilantin, and cipro, and did all manner of tests and scans, and ended up putting a stent in my kidney on Tuesday, and scheduling a star-trekky procedure involving cameras and lasers on August 8th.
I was in Kaiser over night and came home, where I continued to barf, and developed a 101.7 temp, and so bounced right back Wednesday afternoon for a longer stay, more scans, and the like. Basically my mission was to stop barfing long enough to keep down my antibiotics, or stay there and get them via iv.
Oh, and I forgot the headache too, and complete inability to focus. I mean, I couldn’t follow the tv, and got walkies with the nurse to go pee.
Anyway, many, many needles and much jello later, I have escaped. Apparently some of the nausea was the cipro, which takes some people that way, so now I am on a new one. I’m still queesy, but nothing I can’t handle now. I do have prescriptions for anti-nausea stuff here, but haven’t had to use them. — I am socking away the ginger tea though.
I’m now basically working through my old morning sickness food options, and stuff is staying down, so it is just a matter getting though the next 8 days.
Except, of course, that I have a house guest from overseas coming in two days, the house is a mess, and I can’t lift anything over 15 pounds, and am really, really reluctant to do anything bendy or twisty involving my torso, because the stent thingy pokes. And the whole thing spasms every so often anyway.
Oh, and Boe really missed me. I love him, but he’s really smelly and I’m delicate that way just now. But he curled up at my feet, and when I looked at him, he slitted his eyes open and looked at me and made air biscuits. Home.
Many hospital stories :
the mystery turd on the bathroom floor, from the people caring for the guy in the other room who didn’t clean up. Great for nausea.
the nurse who made me wait to pee while she measured the last lot she was supposed to have already done and then proceeded to drape the whole thing in not one by two seat protectors, and I’m there turning green.
the dinner they forgot to bring me when I was supposed to be starting to try a soft solid, and I’m trying to figure out when dinner is and finally have to ask. And it was a cheeseburger.
But, that said, almost all the nurses were just super. A few bad lots, but mostly really really stellar, hardworking folks.