12-19-13

12:15pm

I'm baaaack!

I needed some time off the blog.

On December 11th I went back to the ER

and they admitted me for 3 days til 12-13 because I was not

getting any better since my last hospital stay.

That first night or should I say early morning hours

was not pleasant.  My fever got to 103 degrees plus

and for 6-8 hours they worked overtime trying

to get it to come down.  It was a very stubborn

fever that did not want to budge.

They ran IV's full speed and put me on ice packs

along with who knows what medications.

The ice packs were the worst thing.

When you are feeling so cold and shivering

you don't want someone putting something

like ice packs on your bare skin!!

I bawled thinking, God, what did I do to deserve this?!

It felt like torture to me.  Hubby and mom

felt helpless standing beside me holding my hand

while I was in agony bawling and watching the nurses do their job.

I had never ever felt my stomach that hot before

in my life.  They placed a large ice pack on it

and in no time it would melt leaving my bed soaked.

More ice packs were applied underneath my arms.

I was dehydrated and so thirsty and kept asking

for something to drink.  They would not give me

anything because of tests they were doing.

In the ER alone before going to my room

they took 10 vials of blood.  I'm sure another

10 were taken in my room if not more during my stay.

One time it got to the point they could not

draw blood, it just wouldn't flow into their tubes

after being poked 4 times!

My potassium levels were low and 

my blood pressure was also low.

I had two IV's in my right arm with up to

four bags of fluids and medications pumping into me.

They would also bring in little cups with

pills for me to take orally.  I took advantage of those

at the time because they would give me water

to swallow them.  I wanted water sooo badly and

would drink those cups like I had been stranded 

out in the desert looking for water.  

But of course there was a price to pay.

I threw up constantly, even with the littlest sip of water.

Going to the bathroom constantly with diarrhea

also caused me to throw up as well.

The nurses told me it was because everything was

passing through me so quickly.

When my diarrhea hit I had to go to the bathroom

right now and I let the nurses know that.

I had many accidents, many changes of undies, night gowns,

bedding, you name it.  It wasn't a pleasant site and

would be so embarrassing having to constantly

press the nurses button on my bed for assistance.

At one time there was a doctor who would come visit.

Little did I realize I was also on the surgery floor of the hospital

and this doctor was a surgeon.

I think he was on stand by in case I needed surgery.

He came in to explain that he didn't think I needed surgery

at the moment and they would do everything they

could to avoid it.

Ok, well there went my stress level even more

with just that thought.

I was having horrible sweating episodes every time

I would sleep.  I'd wake up soaked.

They told me that this was caused by the infection

and another way it was trying to escape.

By the second day I was starting to feel better

and the fever broke.  My blood pressure was still running low

though.  I was allowed a clear liquid diet.

Another doctor came in and said they

finally figured out what the problem was.

They ran a C. Diff test and it came back positive.

He said that it was not done back in late October

during my last hospital stay and he doesn't know why.

I kept telling everyone after they released me

in the beginning of November that I still did not feel right,

I still did not feel good.

I don't think anyone knew how bad I really felt 

because I can slap on a smile over top of

my ailing body and look ok on the outside.

I just figured this was how I was supposed to live

my life feeling the way I did and I coped with

it the best I could.

My husband nor my mom knew it was much worse,

only myself.  I'm not one to go running to doctors

or emergency rooms to get treated if I can

just hobble along another day.

I didn't want to bother anyone especially at 

Christmas time, there was things we needed to do.

Well the morning of 12-11 the kids did not have any school

and boy was I glad.  I got up to see hubby off to work

and just went back to bed.  I was hurting, in tears

and so exhausted and sick.  Hubby didn't know any better that

morning.  Mom called that morning and said she was dropping

some Gatorade off.  When she saw me she said,

we're taking you to the ER.  She knew something

was really wrong when I did not resist and climbed right

in their car and away we went.

The kids were ok to be home alone and I didn't

have to worry about them being in school.

There was a little wait in the ER to be seen in triag

and that's when mom called my husband at work.

I kept saying not to call and worry him

but she still called anyway.

It didn't seem like we were back in one

of the ER rooms when I was seen by a doctor

who said I would be staying a couple of days.

Mom called hubby back at work around 10am

and he left work to come be with us.

By the time he got there I was on some

pretty good pain killer and was in and out of sleeping.

I was just upset with myself for being sick

even though I could not have helped it.

It was Wednesday and hubby was taking

Thursday and Friday off work so we could

go Christmas shopping and spend the day together.

And here I was in the ER being admitted to the hospital.

I had a GI doctor's appointment on Friday

that I had tried with all my might to make it

to after waiting a month to be seen to avoid the ER.

Whelp I did not make it.  And it didn't matter

anyway if I did.  What I had could not have

been treated by him, only by a hospital.

I was released from the hospital after being able

to eat and drink without getting sick and my vitals

where looking much better late afternoon of 12-13.

And let me tell ya, after getting the right

medications, treatment and what not,

this is the best I have felt it 2 1/2 months.

I am so glad they finally figured out what was wrong with me.

It wasn't Crohn's but Crohn's could have played a part

in it because it makes you have a weak 

immune system which makes you more

prone to infections and illnesses than your 

average person.  They did tell me during my

last hospital stay that I do now have Colitis,

which is inflammation in the colon or large intestines.

Which would make sense because 

C. Diff can cause problems in your colon.

1:00pm

Since the hospitals stays you can imagine

we are trying so hard to play catch up around here

with doing things for Christmas shopping.

We've been spending every evening shopping

for a couple hours looking for the best deals.

When it comes to electronics and gaming

things for kids you know this is not easy.

With little time left before Christmas I think

I've been doing pretty good with not paying

full price for anything on my kids Christmas wish lists.

Last night alone at Gamestop I had to do a little

bitching but it paid off and I ended up saving

anywhere between $60 to $80!

The only money I have to spend for Christmas

was what I was able to save up

in the saving's account throughout the year.

We're talking about $500 to $600 and that

has to be divided up among our family.

Throw in some electronics like a laptop computer,

black Xbox slim 360, recent popular Xbox games 

(Ghost, Battlefield 4, GTA 5, etc and computer games, 

2 Xbox lives for 12 months each along with Xbox accessories

like headphones with mics & wireless rapid fire controllers, steering wheel and pedals for a PC,

DVDs, maybe a clothing outfit for each child

and a few other smaller items,

then you will wonder why I am stressing so bad

at the last minute to find the best deals.

It starts adding up REALLY quick!!

I'm talking like $250 each per child to be spent total!!

I'm trying to work a miracle at the moment.

Then throw in I am still recovering from my illness.

I will be soooo thankful to get through this Christmas

with God's guidance because I don't

know how else I would be able to accomplish all this.

Oh and you can't forget that I am trying so hard

to do all my Christmas baking in on top of all this

so I can get some baked gifts out to all

my neighbors, friends and hubby's coworkers.

Picture Santa's workshop with all his elves.

That is my house right now but I am

the only elf working!!!  AHHHHH!

And everyone tells me I need to slow down and rest.

LMAO, there's no rest for the weary.

This mom has to make a Christmas miracle happen

in record time.

10:45pm


Hubby's work is such a caring place.
Everyone acts like family and is understanding.
They did the most wonderful thing for us
knowing how much we have been through
with our health lately and knowing we are struggling.
Today hubby found in his work cubby a 
Christmas card with a Walmart gift card inside
signed Santa.  Hubby kept it a secret from
me all day and handed the envelope to me
as soon as he got home.
I just bawled my eyes out when I saw 
what was inside!!
They took up a donation from all the employees
to help us out with Christmas.
I have thanked God for some answered prayers at this time.