I am finally home after a 2 day hospital visit and while the doctors are not exactly sure what caused the GI tract infection (they think it was a combo of a virus and bacteria), I have been ordered to take it easy for the next few days so that my immune system recovers. Since you all know me, required rest is somewhat difficult but I have been given off the remainder of the week by my boss and I am trying to listen to the doctors orders.
I really didn't think how I was feeling on Monday was anything serious. I thought it would be a quick bug from something I ate at one of the many weekend events we attended. I didn't really eat bad but again I wasn't 100% on my healthy eating diet. I stayed in bed most of Monday morning, checked emails Monday afternoon and scheduled the blog post for Tuesday (which I then had to update a bit before I actually published) and thought I was feeling better. I actually contemplated going into work Monday afternoon and then decided against it because I thought getting more rest would make me feel that much better at work on Tuesday.
Then Monday evening things took a turn for the worst. My mom stopped by, brought me crackers, 7Up, a heating pad and made me soup. Mom left, hoping that I would feel better but I couldn't even eat, I laid on the couch doubled over in pain. D asked me multiple times to take me to Urgent Care or the ER and every time he asked, I declined. I told him I'd feel better in the morning and around 10 pm went to lay in bed with my heating pad. Obviously, D was not happy with my decision and called his mom to see what else we could do to make me feel better. She urged him to take me to the ER and finally put her on the phone with me and she convinced me to let D take me.
The one thing about living downtown that that there are multiple well known, top hospitals within 10 minutes. These hospitals are so popular though that actually being seen in the ER would take anywhere from a few hours to a few days. D called one of our good friends, who is also nurse, and asked which hospital would be the best to get me in and seen within a reasonable amount of time. She recommended a smaller hospital that she worked at before landing her current position. By 10:35 we were at the hospital and within 5 minutes I was checked in and headed back to a room.
From there it was all about blood tests, samples, CT scans and monitoring all of my pain. At 1:30 am, they decided I needed to be admitted and at 3 am, I was headed for a normal room. They ran more tests, hooked me up to fluids and tried to ease my pain as best as possible, all without letting me actually eat until they could figure out what was wrong.
Besides having an inflammed GI tract caused by some infection, they also accidentally found a gall stone which could be another reason why I have had some other issues lately.
Yesterday afternoon, the doctors finally decided that I could be released after being able to hold down food for 2 meals and around 2 pm, I walked out of the hospital.
Right now, I'm just tired. Being prodded and poked every few hours and being woken up for vitals and to see how I'm feeling definitely takes its toll but the hospital staff was great.
I'm really glad to finally be home. It killed me on Tuesday night watching D leave and knowing I couldn't go with him and mostly I just wanted everything to be back to normal. I have to say though that given all of this, my family, D's family and my friends have been so great checking in on me and wishing me well. I haven't taken much time off lately and it has been go go go, I guess this hospital visit was my sign to slow down and get some R & R. It's also my sign to get a primary care doctor and start taking care of myself so my Moms don't have to worry.