Never A Dull Moment

So, I spent the better part of the weekend hunched over in some sort of weird science-fiction-like stupor with pains radiating from my tummy. It began on Saturday afternoon while K2 and I were walking in our local mall. I felt the first pangs of pain, but decided that as soon as I was home I would be fine. And I was...until K2 left for a party that we were both scheduled to attend. I assured him that I was fine and that he should go without me. Reluctantly, he decided to go, but said that he would be back in an hour and a half. No sooner did he leave, did my tummy decide to attack me with all the ferocity of a trapped monkey with a serrated knife. Yes, it was THAT bad. I tried laying on my side, on my back, on the floor, with feet up, on my belly, on my belly with feet outstretched to the side, cocooned tightly in a blanket, spread eagle on the carpet, but nothing worked. I knew I needed some help, but did not want to call K2 at the party. I did not want to be *that* wife who called her husband and demanded he come home in front of his friends. So, I called my parents who gave me swift instructions on what to do for myself. I made it to the medicine cabinet where I quickly downed one of K2's old Prevacids and hoped that he would be home soon. When the Prevacid didn't work, I started to sweat. Finally, K2 arrived and gave me a heating pad and a belly rub. I fell asleep soon after.
On Sunday, I did not have the pains I had the evening before, but I still felt kind of yucky. I was too afraid to eat or drink, so I just hunkered down with a blanket and rested.
Monday, I felt fine. No pain, no malaise, so off to work I went. I had a crappy day at work and came home stressed beyond stressed. I decided to try to eat dinner that night. I had a veggie patty and some peanut butter on a rice cake. At 9:00 those terrible pains came back and this time, they weren't taking any prisoners. The waves of pain mixed with nausea lasted until 2:00 a.m. when K2 decided it was time to head to emergency. As soon as we arrived and they saw my blood pressure, they hooked me up to an IV with saline and gave me a "Pink Lady" with a topical anaesthetic for the pain in my belly. It didn't work. They gave me a dose of an anti-spasmodic through the IV, but that didn't work. Finally, the clouds parted and I saw the light. It was warm, it called to me and sang my name. "Come to me, K1...I will take good care of you", it sang.

D*emerol.
Nurse Wonderful decided that she wasn't going to watch me writhe around on the bed any longer and gave me a dose of something that I have never experienced before.

D*emerol.

Diagnosis: None. I have to have an abdominal X-Ray and abdominal ultrasound on Saturday to see whether it is an ulcer or gallstones. Yay.

I am off work for the week and trying to get my tummy back in order. What I would give just to have a little bit of normal back in my life.
I have been neglecting my friends in blog-land, but I hope to get back to browsing blogs soon.

I will leave you with a picture of my IV site wound. Nurse Wonderful had to slap my hand silly in order to get my veins to pop up. Now, I have quite a bruise. I have to say that the nurses and doctors took such wonderful care of K2 and I in emergency. We could not have asked for better care. Really.