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For those of you who know me on FB, this is a repeat, sorry.
I just got home from the hospital, AGAIN. Turns out I caught the Noro virus from my moms nursing home! I finally felt well enough to visit my mom last week, even checking with them to make sure they lifted the quarantine, which they did, before I went over. I was okay on Friday, felt a little strange on Saturday morning and by Saturday at 1PM, I began to feel very queasy. Started as a vomiting session, which really was painful because I stupidly didn't eat much that day so by the third trip to the bowl, I was puking up bile only. Gross. This lasted a mere 30 minutes before the other end acted up and within a short time, it was both ends. I couldn't leave the bathroom, was crouched over in pain, sitting on the edge of the tub...because I can't kneel anymore. As I was writhing in pain, I was thinking up ways to be more comfortable as my body turned inside out on itself...hmmm, can I wheel the computer chair in here? Turns out, I didn't have much time because my body was on a roll...doing it's own thing. Felt like the rush of labor pains just before pushing the baby out, for those of you who have gone through that.
So in between wracking sobs I called H in and asked him to call an ambulance. Oh my, you would think I just asked him to donate a piece of this liver or something. "Are you sure? Why don't you just lie down for a while?"
What is it about men, I know I should not generalize but I'm going to...maybe it's just my H...but what is is about men that they think we are all exaggerating?! I hate calling an ambulance but it was very clear to me that I would in no way have tolerated a car trip to the ER and a waiting room for any period of time. I was petrified of poopoopsying in my pants. FINALLY, I convinced H to make the damned call and it feels like eons before they arrive. The poor EMT was talking with me in the bathroom and suddenly, I'm scamng at them to get out, lol! Anyway, they finally got me out to the stretcher and off to the hospital. There I was loaded up with dilaudid (which is like LSD for me) and anti nausea medications, THANK GOD. Relief at last. I checked the time, I was writhing in pain for about six hours. It honesty didn't feel as of all that time had passed me by so thank good ness for that. So we were in the ER till 3 am and this very hot APRN came in and discharged me with scripts. By the time he left I was heaving again. I couldn't move. H had left to get the car, by the time he returned, I'm being admitted and the crappy nurse is trying to get an iv in me again (he tried 5 times the first time and twice this second time, a real gem). H was all po'd, grabbed my stuff and left me lying on a gurney in the hallway, writhing in pain waiting for the medications to kick in. At this point I was fairly delusional and began wondering if I was suffering from oxycodone withdrawals, but the nurse laughed at me when I asked.
While there, I was stuck four more times by my vampire friends, samples of every bodily anything was taken and tested, it was fairly gross. Turned out I had the Noro thing and I am potassium deficient.
So, that was Saturday. I came home this evening, armed with anti nausea medications of course but feeling better. sorry if this was too graphic for you, but it's usually safe to post this stuff here!
Now I can *hopefully* get back to the business of working on my range of motion again. I begin aqua therapy tomorrow if I still feel up to going. My knee is definitely stiffer today since I've been laid up, but I'm hopeful I'll get back the range I had prior. And H gor over himself...but not until he told a friend about me being sick and the friend then told them how the Noro virus is apparently crazy right now. Ohhh, he needed to legitimize my illness via his friend. ANYWAY, glad to be home, in my own bed.
Other than that, the knee is healing. I return to work on March 1st and I'd really love to be well rested by the time I go back instead of dog tired from being sick or my back being out, Know what I mean?? Thank God for Prozac or I'd be dead by now, and I do not say that flippantly!
I just got home from the hospital, AGAIN. Turns out I caught the Noro virus from my moms nursing home! I finally felt well enough to visit my mom last week, even checking with them to make sure they lifted the quarantine, which they did, before I went over. I was okay on Friday, felt a little strange on Saturday morning and by Saturday at 1PM, I began to feel very queasy. Started as a vomiting session, which really was painful because I stupidly didn't eat much that day so by the third trip to the bowl, I was puking up bile only. Gross. This lasted a mere 30 minutes before the other end acted up and within a short time, it was both ends. I couldn't leave the bathroom, was crouched over in pain, sitting on the edge of the tub...because I can't kneel anymore. As I was writhing in pain, I was thinking up ways to be more comfortable as my body turned inside out on itself...hmmm, can I wheel the computer chair in here? Turns out, I didn't have much time because my body was on a roll...doing it's own thing. Felt like the rush of labor pains just before pushing the baby out, for those of you who have gone through that.
So in between wracking sobs I called H in and asked him to call an ambulance. Oh my, you would think I just asked him to donate a piece of this liver or something. "Are you sure? Why don't you just lie down for a while?"
What is it about men, I know I should not generalize but I'm going to...maybe it's just my H...but what is is about men that they think we are all exaggerating?! I hate calling an ambulance but it was very clear to me that I would in no way have tolerated a car trip to the ER and a waiting room for any period of time. I was petrified of poopoopsying in my pants. FINALLY, I convinced H to make the damned call and it feels like eons before they arrive. The poor EMT was talking with me in the bathroom and suddenly, I'm scamng at them to get out, lol! Anyway, they finally got me out to the stretcher and off to the hospital. There I was loaded up with dilaudid (which is like LSD for me) and anti nausea medications, THANK GOD. Relief at last. I checked the time, I was writhing in pain for about six hours. It honesty didn't feel as of all that time had passed me by so thank good ness for that. So we were in the ER till 3 am and this very hot APRN came in and discharged me with scripts. By the time he left I was heaving again. I couldn't move. H had left to get the car, by the time he returned, I'm being admitted and the crappy nurse is trying to get an iv in me again (he tried 5 times the first time and twice this second time, a real gem). H was all po'd, grabbed my stuff and left me lying on a gurney in the hallway, writhing in pain waiting for the medications to kick in. At this point I was fairly delusional and began wondering if I was suffering from oxycodone withdrawals, but the nurse laughed at me when I asked.
While there, I was stuck four more times by my vampire friends, samples of every bodily anything was taken and tested, it was fairly gross. Turned out I had the Noro thing and I am potassium deficient.
So, that was Saturday. I came home this evening, armed with anti nausea medications of course but feeling better. sorry if this was too graphic for you, but it's usually safe to post this stuff here!
Now I can *hopefully* get back to the business of working on my range of motion again. I begin aqua therapy tomorrow if I still feel up to going. My knee is definitely stiffer today since I've been laid up, but I'm hopeful I'll get back the range I had prior. And H gor over himself...but not until he told a friend about me being sick and the friend then told them how the Noro virus is apparently crazy right now. Ohhh, he needed to legitimize my illness via his friend. ANYWAY, glad to be home, in my own bed.
Other than that, the knee is healing. I return to work on March 1st and I'd really love to be well rested by the time I go back instead of dog tired from being sick or my back being out, Know what I mean?? Thank God for Prozac or I'd be dead by now, and I do not say that flippantly!
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I am glad you are better! (And I know about the kneeling thing. I sit on the floor...)
