The Worst Birthday Gift Evar
Well, I was mysteriously quiet for a while there, wasn’t I.
Okay, sooooo, around the time of my birthday, I was feeling crummy and stuff. Four days later, June 18, I was feeling crummy again to the nth degree. It was way not cool. So not cool that I informed the druid that I had to go to the ER. A friend of ours drove me there. And there, I was informed that I was getting a cholecystectomy. Well, guess my morning was going to go a bit differently than I thought.
The surgery went well (as far as I can tell, my part was fairly easy, I lay there sleeping with my mouth open), I was eating solid food as soon as they let me, and after an evening lounging around the swanky hospital ward, they shoved me out the door for home the following morning. For that first day I was functional, and more or less present and stuff.
For the next five, my body started shutting down. I couldn’t stay awake, and as I got weaker, I could eat and drink less and less. I had a huge strep thing going on as well, which was making my fever spike very high. The druid watched me drift further and further away from myself, and talked to our CNA friend in a high worried tone of voice, but could not convince her that my health was really that bad.
The following day, I became alarmed that my life was fading from me, and made the decision to call 911 and get seen. I’m glad I did, I think if I had waited much longer, I’d've slipped into something I couldn’t get out of. They rehydrated me with three full saline bags, sent me home, and for whatever reason, that rebooted my system. I was suddenly alert again, and there was progress as my disgestive system finally made an effort to work again.
I’ve greatly improved each day, and hopefully soon the surgical scars will heal enough that I can again sleep in the same bed as the druid. Just today I was able to sit at the computer and do stuff for much of the day. I hadn’t had the energy to sit at the computer previously.
I just thought I’d stop by the blog and document why I’d been missing for a week and a half.
