The Worst Day EVER
It's been a BAD DAY ya'll. It started off bad when I couldn't eat or drink ANYTHING after midnight last night & my surgery wasn't until 1pm. I love food & I'm a "nursing mother" or a "pumping mother" I guess. But overall I was looking forward to getting the stone blasted out of my kidney/ureter. I shouldn't have been so naive!
The pain & nausea started to get really bad on the drive home from the hospital. I'm sure my poor father-in-law was nervous I was going to upchuck all over his car! But I didn't. I willed myself to make it to the toilet. Well I did, & I won't go into details (you're welcome). But needless to say there went my pain meds & (get this) anti-nausea medication. The pain got worse & worse & made me continue to vomit ANYTHING that went down. When I say PAIN, I mean PPPPPAAAAAIIIIIINNNNN. Let me put this into perspective for you: I have had kidney stones 3 times prior, recovered from a very diffictul c-section & the pain from those things doesn't even come CLOSE to the pain I was in today. I was totally dysfuntional. Couldn't sit still, couldn't lay down, coudn't take care of my babies, couldn't drink, couldn't eat, couldn't talk. All I could do was moan & cry. Words cannot describe how excruciating it was. Finally, when I came to the conclusion that I would rather die (seriously) than continue feeling this way, I had Tiffany drive me back to the ER.
I demanded Morphine in an IV & they listened. But it took 3 doses to manage the pain. Apparently, the little pieces of my stone are very sharp. This is not a normal occurance after the lythotripsy. My sister, mom & friend have had the procedure & just had some mild back pain. Of course it's my luck that this happens.
But I'm back at home & just hoping that things are under control. As great as those ER docs & nurses are, I would not like to see them for a 3rd time this week, thank you very much.
So that was my worst day. No sugar coating & no exaggerating. It just sucked.
The pain & nausea started to get really bad on the drive home from the hospital. I'm sure my poor father-in-law was nervous I was going to upchuck all over his car! But I didn't. I willed myself to make it to the toilet. Well I did, & I won't go into details (you're welcome). But needless to say there went my pain meds & (get this) anti-nausea medication. The pain got worse & worse & made me continue to vomit ANYTHING that went down. When I say PAIN, I mean PPPPPAAAAAIIIIIINNNNN. Let me put this into perspective for you: I have had kidney stones 3 times prior, recovered from a very diffictul c-section & the pain from those things doesn't even come CLOSE to the pain I was in today. I was totally dysfuntional. Couldn't sit still, couldn't lay down, coudn't take care of my babies, couldn't drink, couldn't eat, couldn't talk. All I could do was moan & cry. Words cannot describe how excruciating it was. Finally, when I came to the conclusion that I would rather die (seriously) than continue feeling this way, I had Tiffany drive me back to the ER.
I demanded Morphine in an IV & they listened. But it took 3 doses to manage the pain. Apparently, the little pieces of my stone are very sharp. This is not a normal occurance after the lythotripsy. My sister, mom & friend have had the procedure & just had some mild back pain. Of course it's my luck that this happens.
But I'm back at home & just hoping that things are under control. As great as those ER docs & nurses are, I would not like to see them for a 3rd time this week, thank you very much.
So that was my worst day. No sugar coating & no exaggerating. It just sucked.
Comments
The babies were darling tonight (of course)!
Love, M