So, these have been an adventurous few days. As I said yesterday, I was having some abdominal pain. I had no idea it was this bad though. The best way to describe the pain is a constant contraction. Sunday night into Monday, I couldn't sleep. I was almost in tears. But Chris thought it still might be unreleased gas. I wasn't so sure. Chris had given me a blessing Sunday morning before Church (at that point I thought it was nerves because I didn't have much pain). After the blessing, Chris said he didn't think this was nerves. We went to Church on Sunday but left during Sunday School because I couldn't sit and I felt like throwing up. I did end up getting sick 3 times Sunday (including the Tums mentioned in the post before this). Yesterday morning, the pain was only on my lower right side BUT I had talked to my mom and told her what was going on and we didn't think it was my appendix. I needed to pick up my MRI CD from my Dr so after driving Chris to work, coming home to let Penny nap and have lunch, I was ready to pick it up around 140pm. I got there (the whole while I was told to keep moving even if it hurt because that's how gas is able to get out) and as she was handing me the CD I told her of the discomfort I was having. She said she would work me in right then to see the doctor. I said I felt silly but I'd rather be safe than sorry and see if he had any other suggestions for me.
I was not prepared to hear what he said. He had me go over what had happened the past day and a half and then had me lay on the exam table. Then, he did some fun (NOT) tapping on my abdomen to see where the pain was and what he thought it was. He sat me up and said "I want you to go to the hospital and have blood drawn and a CT scan of your appendix. I think you have appendicitis". I felt like I was an accident waiting to happen (I've only been a patient with him a week TODAY). He then looked at Penny and asked if I had someone to watch her because after the CT scan he wanted me to wait for him to call me with the results and if they were positive that I would be going into surgery that night.
I only had to call one sister in the ward and tell her what was going on and she said no problem. I then called Chris to put him on the alert if he needed to get up there if I needed surgery. I then dropped Penny off at 3pm with little instruction and with milk and snacks. I was sure I'd be back to pick her up by 5pm. This smart sister knew better and told me if and when Chris needed to get to the hospital that they were willing to get him there and keep Penny overnight if they had to. I (drove myself) had blood draw (took them a minute because I was dehydrated) and then on to the CT scan (thankfully, that area had free vallet parking). That is the weirdest test EVER! They put iodine in for a contrast (through an IV, which also took them a minute to find a vein) which makes you feel all warm inside and almost like you're peeing yourself (but the lady told me I wasn't but I would feel that way). Just after the CT test I asked if I could have some water. They called someone and said nope. A few minutes later I got the call from the doctor-
"You're going into surgery tonight. Your surgeon will be _______. He is a great surgeon. You'll be there overnight if not longer. Go to registration and get all set." (of course I double checked the name of the surgeon before I got off the phone with him).
Well, you can only imagine how many calls I had to make before going to registration. I had to call Chris to get him up there (his boss drove him up), called my mom, called the sweet sister who had Penny and say plan on her to be there overnight; I had to call the family that was going to watch Penny this afternoon, for the appointment with the knee surgeon, and say that I wasn't going to that appointment and why, had to call to cancel my appointment to meet the knee surgeon, and a couple people who knew a little of what was going on.
Because it happened all so fast, it did take a little while to get registered. They told me at registration that I would most likely go home the same night (which I was surprised at because my Dr said it may be a couple days). So when we finally met up with the surgeon, he said it was too late in the evening to send us home after surgery (it was around 630p then). He said there were a couple emergencies ahead of us. The nurses had a fun time finding a vein to get the IV in (I was REALLY dehydrated) but thankfully they got a vein the first time in! We met the anesthesiologist who went over what she was going to do and also we were able to talk to her about the difference between this kind of anesthesia and what I'd be given for my knee surgery. We called the Elders Quorum President to come help Chris give me a blessing before I was to go in but he got there just 5 minutes after I went in (going in about 8p).
So, I remember being wheeled into the operating room and seeing the anesthesiologist. She said she mixed a nice cocktail for me which will be a sample of what I'd be given. She then put it into my IV and they rolled me next to the operating bed. I don't remember anything after that until after surgery. The next thing I remember is being wheeled back into a recovery room until they have a regular room for me. I looked at the clock and it said 9:20p. Chris said once I was in my room I was saying funny things. Let me explain- If any of you have seen Bill Engvall, you will know what I'm talking about. Bill says the thing about him is when he has a thought he can't keep it "locked up" in his head; he interjects it into a conversation. Chris says I was kind of like that, saying random things that I normally wouldn't say. By 10p, I was settled in a room and had received a blessing. The Elders Quorum President offered his wife to make dinner for us the following night (tonight).
The kept an eye on my blood pressure for a while and kept me hydrated through the IV. Chris thought it would be best if he slept at home (with Penny still at our friend's house) because discharge would be between 7a and 11a and we all needed some good sleep after this long day. Before Chris went home, we went for a walk in the hallway. The nurses at the station were so impressed with me (I had only been out of surgery for a couple hours). I was given the best kind of pain killers. The nurses wanted to give me pain medicine if my pain level was a 3 or 4 (out of 10) so it wouldn't get bad. I have a follow up appointment with this surgeon to see how it's healing. The nurses were fantastic.
So technically, I can lift Penny but the surgeon said to be smart about how I lift. I have 3 holes in my tummy (they used my belly button as one of the holes). Chris stayed home today to make sure I was doing well. He'll be going to work tomorrow. We have dinner being brought to us tomorrow night. I am moving from being allowed to have a liquid diet to mushy stuff (mashed potatoes, apple sauce, ground beef, soft veggies and fruits, etc). They want me to move around during the day to avoid blood clots.
Well, that's been my last 24 hours for you (or a little more). Off to take some ibuprofen and then drift off to sleep! I don't know what we're really in need of. I'll need to do a grocery run tomorrow probably in the morning. My phone is always on.