Thursday, March 3, 2011
When I say the words "Emergency Room", what kind of feeling do you get? Is it a feeling of anxiousness or uneasiness? Maybe fear or worry or panic?
The thing is the emergency room is for bad situations. It's for worst case scenarios.
I had a worst case scenario and spent Sunday night in emergency at the hospital. Before I go into more details I will start at the beginning. Firstly, it had nothing to do with diabetes. I was out with my friends at one of their places. We were all just chilling out chatting. My blood sugars had been persistently high and not reacting to the mounting boluses I was giving. It was only about 8:30pm but I wasn't feeling well. My stomach was upset and I had some strange cramps in my upper abdomen. I just curled up in the chair and watched a movie with them. The pain was getting worse so I was eager to drive my friends home and get to my bed. Upon dropping off one of them I complained a bit about the pain.
Then I got home (BARELY). I live in another city so it was quite the drive. I had just enough in me to take my shoes off and lay down in bed. I was nearly in tears and grasping the pillow like I was about to give birth. They were getting worse, more often and lasting longer. I swear guys, I'm not pregnant! Tears were running down my face with each attack and I was beginning to yelp and scream. It's now 1am on a Sunday night. This pain was no longer normal. This pain was now going on for 4+hours. I called my friend I dropped off since I knew he would still be awake and he came over and took me to the hospital.
The drive there was a bit foggy but there is one part I can't forget. The part where I threw up all over the side of his car with my head hanging out the window in the cold rain. This was a result of the pain. I vomited from pain. The reason why this is such a huge thing for me is because I just broke my 13 year vomit silence. Yeah, I haven't puked in 13 years because I have an irrational fear of vomit. Those friends and family close to me will be shocked to hear that.
So I remember being wheeled around in a wheelchair, I remember them going through my bag looking for info on where I lived, my health insurance, etc because I was grimacing in pain and couldn't talk. I remember being slouched over a vomit bag doubled over in pain sitting and waiting in the waiting room. I remember screaming loudly. I couldn't take the pain anymore.
Then they finally hooked me up at about 4:30am. And by hooked me up, I mean intravenous Morphine, Toredol and Gravol. OH THE RELIEF!!!! pain and nausea obliterated. What sweetness is this morphine bliss? I really don't remember the next few hours. As I was in and out of blissful dopiness I remember being slightly concerned that who would check my blood sugar? Thankfully for the high blood sugars I rode the rest of the night out okay. But it did concern me that nobody asked about my diabetes. Nobody expressed any concern, and I'm pretty sure I asked the nurse (who was a FIINE looking young man to boot!) to keep an eye on me since I would be incapable. But alas, nobody did. What if I went low under Morphine, how would I ever know? I tried to test my blood, and I had to get help from my friend. I had to wait till the morning to have an ultra sound to rule out gallbladder issues and in the end they left me with a "small bowel obstruction" and sent me home.
I returned to work 2 days later. I am still unsure how that much pain could be from an obstruction. It was EXCRUCIATING!!! I am still not up to par yet, I have eaten very little in 4 days and still cannot tolerate any hot liquids.
And through all this my biggest concern? I have a half marathon on Sunday. I am hoping to make a good full recovery by then, but won't be pushing it. I am still in some pain and discomfort.
That's my story. It was absolutely horrible.
I remember saying earlier on Sunday "I really don't want to go to work tomorrow." But seriously, that's not what I meant.