Ever have one of those days when everything is going along just fine and dandy, and then something happens to blast you out of your oblivion?
Had one of those days on Saturday.
Honestly – day was going great.
My fabulous husband made me an amazing breakfast – scrambled eggs fresh from the hens, some crispy browned breakfast potatoes, a slice or two of yummy bacon. Enjoyed a mug or two of tea. It was lovely.
Headed out to support group meeting.
Weird – but not as unusual as I wish it were – had a blood sugar drop out. Dealt with it.
Left support group meeting.
Gathered my stuff, enjoyed lunch with my husband, then headed out to take care of a project that I’ve been working on.
A couple of hours after lunch the strangest thing happened.
I started having pain – kind of mid- to upper-quadrant abdominal pain.
It was faint at first.
I went ahead with my project and chose to ignore it.
Over the course of a couple of hours the pain continued to gain strength.
By the time early evening rolled around I turned to John and said, “I need to go home.”
So home I went.
I had chills, pain in the 5 to 6 range on the 1 to 10 scale, and I knew all was not well.
My prayer – over and over and over again, “Please, Lord… no hospital!”
Made it home. Changed into my pj’s, and went to bed.
Pain continued to grow. I didn’t like remembering what it felt like to have that 8/9 level on the pain scale.
I had this ongoing internal debate, “Adhesions? Bowel obstruction? Do I call the doctor? I don’t want to call the doctor. They’ll make me go to the ER. I don’t want to go to the ER. If I need an IV I’d rather have a PICC… WAIT! I don’t want a PICC! I don’t want an IV! Owie… I hurt!”
Yeah – not so much fun.
I dozed off and on. Sipped my tea. Prayed.
Quite a bit later that night all of a sudden I started to feel a little better.
Pain inched its way back down to the 5/6 level.
By about 1am I started to believe things were getting better and I fell pretty soundly asleep.
I woke up Sunday morning and realized: No pain.
Sore, yes. Kind of a shadow of pain, but no actual pain, hallelujah!
Last time I saw Dr. Halpin she said to me, “You know, it’s not IF you have a bowel obstruction, it’s WHEN.”
I kinda like pretending that that doesn’t have to be a part of my future, you know?
The great news – no pain since Sunday morning. I took it easy Sunday with a mostly liquid diet. Today – everything fine. No pain, no fatigue, everything working.
So yeah – I can admit it – the whole thing scared me.
So WAY not going there any time soon, you know?