What a weekend!

Oh boy has it been a long weekend. Thank goodness it’s Sunday!

I was about to go back to work on Thursday night (one of my lovely split shift days) when I got a nasty pain in my back. I thought maybe I was having muscle issues and tried to shake it off. When it didn’t go away, Dh decided that he should drive me to work since I was hobbling around on one foot. (Putting pressure on my left foot HURT my back!!!) By the time we drove the 20 minutes to work, I was in so much pain, I had to throw myself onto the pavement and vomit. Dh ran inside to find a mom who was also a nurse (and looking back now, we should have just gone straight to the ER…duh!) while I pitifully rocked myself back and forth, trying my best not to puke anymore. (All the while, people were standing right behind me smoking and having a carefree conversation, when someone finally said, “Oh, is she OK?”). We jumped back in the car and headed to the closest hospital. When we got to the ER, it was packed. I couldn’t do anything but lie on the floor, moan, and throw up in the nearest trash can while Dh was getting more upset by the minute because no one would give me a second look. FINALLY, what felt like forever, I was taken back. I wasn’t hooked up to pain meds right away even though I was insisting at that point. I knew I had a kidney stone as this was close to the same pain I had felt before two years ago when I had several kidney stones on my right side. When I explained that I have Medullary Sponge Kidney Disease to every nurse and doc who talked to me, all I got were blank stares. “I’m prone to kidney stones and I’m dying so give me drugs!!” is what I wanted to say, but I didn’t. I finally got Demorel and a CT and it confirmed that I had two stones on my left side. No surprise. What was a surprise was that the doc wanted to keep me overnight in the hospital. At first I politely said no thanks, but I’m very glad he convinced me to stay. On Friday morning at 2:30am I began throwing up again. This time things didn’t look “normal” and suspicions were that I had a GI bleed. My kidney had been through a lot and wasn’t healing properly.

I was discharged from the hospital about noon on Friday (without being able to eat or drink a single thing the entire time I was there and it seriously messed me up) and I felt like crap the rest of the day. Dh had to leave town for a wedding so I was left with the two most annoying dogs on the planet. While I love them dearly, I could have killed them. I tried going to work on Saturday but ended up leaving early because I felt so rotten. I couldn’t hold any food or water down! Finally today, I’m able to sit up long enough to write this. I almost put myself back in the hospital last night because I couldn’t even eat crackers without vomiting. Grape juice and Oxycodone have become life savers.

Oh, I guess I should back up another day and say that I passed my baseline u/s on Wednesday!!! My RE finally called me back and I got in right away for blood work and a u/s. I was cleared for injections! I have fluid sitting behind my uterus but I don’t have any cysts!!! I did end up missing my second dose of Menopur being as though I was in the hospital and all and I’m not sure how that is going to affect things. I guess we’ll see at my next appt, TOMORROW.

AND, since Dh was out of town, that meant that *I* had to give MYSELF the injection yesterday. We’ve been doing shots for over a year now and I still haven’t been able to even look at the needle before he gives me the shot. About a month ago, I found a sweet little thing at Wal-Mart called, Alcohol Wipes with Pain Reliever. (Where have you been all my life!? Who ever invented those should win an award…) After rubbing myself with the swab twice, my good friend counted me down on the phone. I wanted to pass out! I was shaking so much that I thought I’d miss my mark! I’ve always just had this thing, you know, about stabbing myself with a pointy object and making myself bleed…just can’t do it. But I did! I didn’t even feel the poke! In the end, I made myself bruise far worse than Dh ever has but now I know I can do it when he’s not around.

One of these days I'll figure out how to post the pictures I took of my medicine box so you all can see it...I find it quite funny. :)