On August 17 I had in and out surgery to remove a cyst the size of an apple off my ovary. It had wrapped itself around the tube as well so the doctor removed ovary, fallopian tube and cyst. He said there were others but that they were not as bad as the one he removed. Frankly, I think he's leaving them there so he has future surgeries. jackass.
So, now that the ovary stuff was done, I took my first Sprycel pill on August 20th. That night I woke up feeling kind of nauseous and dumped my medicine bucket out to use as a puke pail. I only dry heaved and afraid that I'd wake up my husband, who'd just gotten off work, decided to lay on the floor the rest of the night. My alarm went off to get ready for church and I felt funny, almost like I had to have a bowl movement but couldn't.
After about the third attempt to pooh with no luck I back down. Chris woke up at this point to start getting the boys ready for church and well.. at this point I'm relying on what he said happened because I don't remember a lot. I had tried to stand up and wobbled a bit, so he took hold of my arm so I could lean on him to get to the toilet and I fainted. I remember looking up at him and asking why was I on the floor and he said I passed out. I said, "i never fainted in my life. how odd." he helped me up and I took one step and down I went again. I was out for about 30 seconds this time. I woke up to a horrible smell and looked down and saw what looked like pooh, all over the carpet and my legs. I asked Chris "did I do this?" and he nodded. I was mortified and crawled to the tub and had to push myself in. He turned on the shower and (thank God I had a shower with a hose) handed me the hose to wash off. He started cleaning up the poop trail and I remember hearing him gag, that's how bad the smell was. Like Death. Anyway, I am finally clean and he's wiped down the bathroom and I feel like I have to poop again and stand up. I remember grabbing for the towel rack and breaking it as I fell, out again for about 20 seconds. When I woke up this time Chris helped me sit on the toilet and he said he heard a THUMP. It was my head hitting the back of the toilet.. I had passed out again. I heard him calling my name but I couldn't answer and I heard him calling 911 and thinking; damn-I'm naked and smell like crap.
EMT's get there and I remember hearing "eyes are fully dilated" and my BP was 80 over 60. I felt the needle go in my arm, not sure what that was for but it hurt. Someone kept calling my name and even though I thought i was saying 'what' it came out as a moan. The EMT's go to move me on the gurney and the one who stuck me said, "my God, that's not a bowel movement that's blood" and he made a call to the hospital. So, they're taking me down the steps, my dog is barking his little furry butt off, and in the ambulance I go. Somewhere along the way I came too enough to say, "This is NOT my bathroom" and then I was out again.
I finally came to in the ER, cold as a mofo and shaking really bad. I saw my daughter and husband, both were crying and I'm still not sure why I'm in the ER. My first words? "Awww.. guys don't cry. Could one of you ask someone for a blanket or 20? And my GOD what is that smell?!!" That smell was me and I was nicknamed DeathAss for the remainder of my 8 day hospital stay.
After many tests, they discovered I had a bleeding ulcer. This was caused by taking Asprin and prescription strength Ibuprofen. Which I KNEW i wasn't supposed to take because I had had the RNY gastric bypass, but thought since I was 3 years out, I should be okay. pfft. like hell. Onward....
I spent 4 days in ICU and received 10 units of A+ blood to get my levels up to where they were supposed to be. On either Tuesday or Wednesday, they couldn't take any more blood from my veins, frankly they couldn't find them because I had bloated up to the point I looked like a beached whale. I had taken off my rings in the ER because I was afraid they'd swell, and it turned out to be a very good thing. My hands looked like catchers mitts. So, because they couldn't find a vein to get blood, they decide to do a central line in my neck. Joy. So the nurse lady comes in, puts this blue sheet like thing on my face and tapes it down. Actually, the see through part was kind of sticky so it made a good seal. I felt her stick me to "numb the area so you won't feel a thing" Again, LIKE HELL. I felt everything and it frigging hurt. After she made the last stitch in my neck I thought she had bumped the bed because it started shaking. and Shaking.. and shaking some more. It was an earthquake. People had grabbed my bed to keep it kinda steady and I hear others running for other patients. They remove the sheet thing still taped to my face and it was total chaos. Nurses running around, doctors trying to figure out what just happened and then the news that it was indeed an earthquake. joy of joy.
So that adventure over with, I'm overjoyed that they don't have to stick me anymore because it was so very very painful when they did. I get moved to a regular room the next day and since I was still passing blood, I couldn't leave. By Friday there was concern about a hurricane coming through and everyone seemed frantic. Mainly because La Plata has tornado warnings all the time now and it's everyone's fear. Dr. Pritchett (Dr. P) said that I probably would get to go home on Saturday, before the hurricane hit and Chris and i were THRILLED.
No. Thursday morning it was discovered that the central line was infected and had to come out and be tested. They had to find out what kind of bacteria invaded my blood. Of course I was scared and panic began to set in because it hurt to touch my skin and the thought of needles again and I thought removing the line would hurt as much as putting it in. I'm ashamed that i cried like a baby in front of everyone but I did. I couldn't help it. But honestly, I didn't feel a thing! She let me know when she was getting started and I kept waiting for it to hurt and she said, "done" and put it in a bag for testing and I cried again from relief.
I think I cried because all the fluids being pumped into me the water had to come out somewhere. haha
Onward!! Because I had no veins they had to use the smallest needles, those used for infants and even THOSE hurt like hell. Then Dr. P asked why no one had put a Pic line in if they were taking so many tests. Put a line in and everything could be done from there. I had to be taken to another area where they would insert the line in my arm and eek it's way toward my heart. PAINLESS!!! Amazingly painless procedure. So that done I was one happy woman and began my 'when do I get to go home' mantra. Now mind you, this was still Thursday. LOL
so Friday rolls around and they've discovered that yes, I do have a blood infection, picked up while in ICU and delivered on the needle thingy that was in my neck. But they had the antibiotic and would get started immediately. And as soon as they could arrange a home care nurse to come out to help me, I could go home. yeah, this didn't happen until Sunday. So, Chris, Amber and I spent the earthquake in ICU and the hurricane in another part of Cvista hospital.
On Sunday I get sprung and that's my happy mug in the truck.. ready to go!!
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