Thursday, June 18, 2009

It was always burning

We are starring in our own suspense thriller over here. It's called "Attack of the Gall Bladder!"

Scene 1: Young wife and mother returns from the chiropractor wondering why her stomach hurts. Assuming it must be gas, she takes steps to alleviate the symptoms and puts toddler to bed.

Scenes 2-20: A montage of shots of wife succumbing to increasingly severe pain, writhing on the bed, couch, floor, in the shower, where ever, trying to seek relief. Somewhere in here, toddler wakes up from nap and many shots include him staring quizzically at crying, supine mother while eating fruit snacks and playing with his toys.

Scene 21: Wife calls husband at work, saying something is wrong, two hours have passed with no relief.

Scene 22: Action shot of husband flying home on motorcycle. Husband walks in door, assesses wife's condition, brings her clothes to get dressed in (she hadn't managed to get redressed after the useless shower), picks up toddler, and rushes everyone to the emergency room.

Scenes 22-25: Loooong wait in the emergency room for wife, loooong attempts at amusing toddler outside for husband (luckily, there was a clown and snow cones outside, randomly, which helped immensely). Wife gets increasingly sick as the emergency room fills up with three people elderly people in wheel chairs, four large women with invisible ailments, one woman talking loudly about how her fiance was showing too much concern about her visit to the ER for diabetic reasons, because it wasn't like they were married yet or anything, one blind man, and several upset young men, relatives of other patients, who cursed out the receptionist several times.

Scene 26: Wife finally admitted to a bed. Husband comes in with toddler then leaves again to have him run through the halls after toddler calls the nurses several times inadvertently and disconnects wife's monitors. Various nurses and PA's arrive, all asking the same questions. Blood is drawn (by the more experienced nurse, after the less experienced tried multiple times and got scared). Finally, the one in charge, Crispin, decides we will have an ultrasound. But first, pain meds and anti-nausea medicine.

Scene 27: The pain meds work wonders! Wife is finally calm, though she forgets to breathe and is put on oxygen. Husband arrives just as toddler throws up (too much snow cone). Wife suggests dad call a friend to come get toddler since it appears they are here for a while. Wonderful friend comes and takes toddler away (and keeps him the WHOLE night--Thanks, Becca!).

Scene 28: Wheelchair arrives to take wife to ultrasound while dad is gone sending toddler away. Wife stands up and in promptly overcome with nausea and dizziness. Wife is not happy.

Scene 29: Darkened ultrasound room with wife fighting nausea and student tech fighting to read the monitor. Long scene.

Scene 30: Wife returns to ER, very nauseous and strangely hot. Crispin arrives and says wife has a gall stone. Gall bladder should be removed, not immediately but soon. Sets her up for a surgical consult.

Scene 31: Crispin and husband argue over meds to prescribe wife. Husband succeeds in getting Crispin to change all his prescriptions to drugs the wife tolerates better.

Scene 32: Husband and wife decide she needs more pain and nausea meds via IV before leaving. Nice nurse obliges rapidly.

Scene 33: Husband goes to get the car. Nurse talks to wife about discharge instructions (already given to husband). Wife falls asleep in the middle of nurse talking (pain meds are VERY effective). Husband comes to get wife and they all go home, some five hours after arrival.

Scene 34: Much improved wife blogs about it all.


GermPharm said...

That husband sure sounds like a great guy. We are all glad that the wife is feeling much better.

Plainbellied said...

So that's why I didn't run into you at the water park today. Sometime, we should really try you not being deathly ill AND us not getting caught in a flash flood. We just might like it. :D

I'm glad you're on the mend, or at least moving in that direction.

yarmurd said...

Glad to hear you have weathered this storm. Good luck with the surgery.