Well hello there! As you can imagine by the title of the post, I’m taking a short, unexpected break from the blog – not too long, but long enough I thought I’d mention why I may miss a Free Fiction Friday or review during the interim. The TLDR; of this, is that I got sick, but let’s talk about what happened.
Around Christmas, I became ill. I basically thought I had a bad case of food poisoning. I was nauseous, my stomach hurt, I couldn’t eat without pain, and I ran a low-grade fever. I spent two full weeks just drinking water and soup broth and hoping it would pass. And it did. Eventually.
For about a month, life returned to normal. I as able to eat normal food again, and life went on as it always had. Until February 1st, when I got sick again. I ate a sandwich. Just a sandwich – nothing special – and once again, I was extremely ill. The symptoms were the same, but much worse. I couldn’t eat at all, and I was having a difficult time consuming enough water to stay hydrated. I was in pretty poor shape to be honest. At one point, I tried to eat 5 saltine crackers for my first meal in days, and spent the next 19 hours writing in nearly unbearable pain.
Finally, I had enough. I couldn’t even contemplate making it one more night on no-sleep, barely drinking, not eating. So, I broke down and had my husband take me to the ER. I thought I’d get there and at best, they’d give me some fluids and some pain meds, and probably send me home, and at worst, they’d tell me I had indigestion. I didn’t care at that point, and obviously I wasn’t making entirely rational decisions, I was just desperate not to be in pain.
No one here should be surprised, except maybe myself, that things didn’t go as planned. I was admitted to the ER immediately, and after a battery of tests, it was decided I was going to need surgery. It turns out, I didn’t have food poisoning. I was transferred to a second hospital via a medical transport ambulance, and, I spent the next week there. It turns out, what had actually happened, was that my gallbladder threw a stone – and this isn’t like a kidney stone, where you pray it will pass, and life goes on. It’s bad news when your gallbladder tries to pass a stone. Mine got stuck in a duct between my gallbladder and my pancreas, and all hell broke loose. My gallbladder essentially died. My pancreas, unable to function, became enflamed and infected. My liver enzymes began to rise as my body tried to figure out how to stave off disaster.
I could have died. Easily. frankly, it’s a miracle my gallbladder didn’t rupture, I didn’t get sepsis, and my organs didn’t completely shut down. I was close. Real close.
In the end, I spent a full week at the hospital, with countless bags of antibiotics, Morphine, and anti-nausea meds to try to keep me functioning. I had emergency abdominal surgery to remove my necrosing gallbladder – and up until the last two days, I was restricted from eating or drinking entirely, because it turns out that’s the only way to keep your pancreas happy when it’s throwing a fit. No food. No water. I literally survived on IV fluids.
I had multiple MRIs, ultrasounds, even an echocardiogram (because they thought I had a heart attack – don’t worry, I’m A-OK), but I tell all of you this to emphasize how truly sick I was, and how sick I still am at this moment. I’m heavily restricted right now on what I can and can’t do. No lifting over 10 lbs is one of the more annoying ones. I’m still in a lot of pain, and it’s going to be roughly 6-8 weeks of recovery before I’m back to normal… so if I miss some posts, you know, just understand that it wasn’t really a choice I made, but a necessity for the moment.
What I learned: listen to your body. Don’t try to tough it out when things go wrong. I didn’t have to suffer like I did, and honestly, it probably would have been a lot better for my health if I’d just gotten checked out earlier – but you know how it can be. I didn’t want to look stupid going to the ER if it was something I could handle on my own. Don’t be like me. Seriously. It wasn’t a fun experience.