After being physically down for the past two months with several illnesses, I was amazed last Monday to get up feeling fabulous. I was going to get things done, and I did. I cleaned like I hadn't been able to clean in months, then I went to the mall with my daughter then Costco and the grocery store. When we got home I mowed the front and the backyard and spread moss killer because it was going to be raining the rest of the week so it had to get done that day. I came inside, took a shower and then it hit me like a ton of bricks, I had over done it and I was starting to feel it.
It was Tuesday that was the worst because I couldn't function all day. I couldn't move well and I couldn't think clearly. Wednesday was a little better, but not much. Thursday I could at least think clearly again and do a few things around the house. It took me almost a week to recover from that one crazy day.
The lesson I learned from this experience is that I need to listen to my body, but I also need to use my head as I decide what I can do each day. I learned that just because I feel great doesn't mean I should use every ounce of energy I have while I am feeling great. I have no guarantees that I will feel just as amazing the next day and so on. I can't deny that it didn't feel awesome to get that much done again, but the price I paid was too high. I will listen to my body, then I will use my head to make better decisions about what I can and cannot do each day.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Almost a month ago I was woken up in the middle of the night with intense stomach pain, we are talking a 9 out of 10. This was the fourth one of these types of episodes I have had over the past year. I had told myself that the next time I had one of these episodes I would go to the ER. My husband took me and after a bunch of tests the doctor decided that it was probably the gastritis flaring up. I was given some serious pain reliever and a new prescription and sent home.
I felt great for the next several days, but then again was woken up in the middle of the night with intense stomach pain, this time it was a full 10 out of 10. Despite the pain, tears and writhing, yes I was actually writhing in pain, I resisted going to the ER because I had just been there. Then I started throwing up and could wait no longer, so off to the ER I went again.
I have to admit I felt really stupid being there again and after several hours of tests and just sitting there the pain started to subside a little and I was really tempted to get up and leave. Then the doctors came in and told me that my liver numbers had doubled in the last few days. She had been convinced that it was my gallbladder and this assured her that she was looking in the right direction. In fact her words were that she understood that past tests showed nothing wrong with the gallbladder, but that maybe it was lazy. She wanted to do another ultrasound as she wanted to see it for herself so off I went for an ultrasound.
After the ultrasound she came back in and told me that my gallbladder wanted out today so they sent me off to surgery. The surgeon drew a picture of my gallbladder and surrounding organs with "multiple" stones that I had and how one was blocking the opening and the lining was hardening. I was very calm through all of this and I really believe it is because I knew all along that this was what was wrong with me, it was just a matter of it being discovered. Unfortunately, it took a ton of tests, money and time for it to get bad enough to be discoverable. I've been recovering for awhile and on the heels of CMV so it has taken me longer to recover than I would like, but I am getting there. I just want to say a big thank you to that ER doctor she was wonderful!