Life sometimes has a way to let you know you are not in control of everything. Doesn't it? One day you're feeling like a million bucks, but then all of sudden things change completely.
Why am I saying all of that? Well, because last Monday, at 10 pm when I was going to bed, I mentioned to my husband that my stomach was hurting and I said, I better fall asleep and I'm sure my pain will be gone when I wake up. At midnight, I got up, soaked in the warm tub for awhile, then moved to the couch because I was constantly getting up, drinking water, going to the bathroom, doing a lot of tossing and turning. Just before 5 am (Tuesday, July 17) I woke my husband up and said I couldn't take the pain anymore and I had to go see a doctor, I was trying to wait for the doctor's office to open, but the abdominal pain I was having was too intense.
I had to drive myself to the hospital (about 5 and a half miles away) because my husband had to stay at home with our kids that were asleep until he could get a hold of anyone to come over to watch them. I drove so fast, I was above the speed limit and I admit it and at that moment, I didn't care if I got a ticket, the streets were deserted and I pretty much hit all green lights, thankfully.
Once I got to the emergency room, the got my vitals and told me to sit down in the waiting room until they got me a room - the hospital was busy. In less than half hour I got an ER bed, a nurse came to talk to me, made me sign papers, got a blood sample, urine sample and told me to wait for the doctor.
One hour from the time I got there a doctor came to see me, at least that is what I think, I was in so much pain that it was hard to keep track or even think much. They got an IV going, gave me some nausea medicine and morphine, after awhile I was feeling great, that morphine sure made the pain go away.
My husband got there at about 7:30 am, he caught me on the hallway where I was being taken to get a CT scan, it was great to have him with me, hold my hand and assure me that everything would be OK.
Thirty minutes later a surgeon came by with the CT scan results: my appendix was inflamed and I was going to need to get it removed.
I had never had a surgery before, so I got a little anxious, but the thought of having that pain again made the anxiety almost go away... LOL. At 10:30 am I was in the surgery part of the hospital, wearing one of those flattering gowns and boom!
We were back home at about 2:30-3:00 pm, I was so tired and sore that I hugged and kissed my kids and went to bed. I slept a lot of Wednesday, not as much on Thursday or Friday, but still a lot compared to what I sleep usually. LOL
Today is Saturday (July 21st) and I am feeling much better, still a little sore, but I am walking around, I am feeling more motivated, I started painting peg dolls and crocheting, I have been holding my baby girl and doing some light activities with my little man and I have been looking at my husband and thinking that I am really lucky to have him.
I had lots posts scheduled, that is why my blog was active while I was away.
Picture taken last month by my friend Kamieo Fox. I think this surgery was a way to remind me that I should count my blessings everyday.
Do you have any questions for me? Is there something you are curious about? Leave all your questions here and I will do a Q&A posts soon. My friend Carolyn did a Questions & Answers posts and I thought it was pretty cool, so don't be shy, ask away!