Saturday, June 27, 2009

My Friday/Saturday Adventure

Last evening we hit Brooke's 30th birthday party and had such a fun time! We arrived home around 9:30. By around 10 pm I was having stomach issues, on top of a scorching sunburn on my back, courtesy of the deceptively strong Silver Beach rays. I retired early and proceeded to toss and turn for the rest of the night. My stomach hurt SO bad. It did not feel pukey sick, it was just very literally sore and painful.

5 a.m. - Stumbled out of bed and took a Gas-X, because it was the closest thing I had to tummy medicine.

7 a.m. - We decided to cancel our Saturday plans in Indy.

9 a.m. - Called my nurse Mama to whine about my tummy.

10:45 a.m. - Washed my face and brushed my teeth, since I was too ill to do it the previous night. Made an unsuccessful attempt to put on a pair of jeans, opted instead for a loose-fitting skirt and t-shirt.

11:00 a.m. - Stopped by the Waky clinic. Closed.

11:05 a.m. - Stopped by Dr. Foster's office. Closed.

11:10 a.m . - Made an urgent coffee run (for Cory) to McDonalds, then headed to the Goshen ER.

11:30 a.m. - Received a call back from Dr. Foster. He said we were smart to go to the ER.

1:00 p.m. - Had 6 tubes of blood drawn and peed in a cup.

2:00 p.m. - Had an IV put in, along with the most wacked-out drug I've ever taken.

3:00 to 4:00 p.m. - Felt like I was out of my mind and like I could not care less if another person came in an poked and prodded my tummy.

4:03 p.m. - Realized that this is how some people end up with prescription pain killer addictions.

4:30 p.m. - Officially admitted into the hospital, complete with my own room.

5:00 p.m. - Wheeled down to surgery.

5:15 p.m. - Had to ask a nurse to itch my nose/upper lip/chin 3x because both arms were strapped down.

5:18 p.m. - The last time I looked at the clock, in the OR, just after noticing that someone had turned on a radio. Not enough time to process the concept of surgeons listening to pop music while they operate.

5:50 p.m. - Wheeled back up to my room, with a newly repaired Strangulated Umbilical Hernia.

7:00 p.m. - Wheeled out to the car. My eyes still aren't focusing properly, but I am starting to care again.

8:00 p.m. - Home again. Very tired. Very hungry.

Am I in the Twlight Zone? More importantly, am I 83 years old?