Rolling Stones

So. It has been a rough week.

I was recovering from my first cold in OVER A YEAR, I was mad sanitizing my hands whenever I coughed, sneezed, blew, or even touched my nose to prevent Max from getting sick. Even though I had to take care of him while Chris was at work.

On Friday morning, Max woke up at 3:00 to feed. This was and odd hour because if he wakes up it is usually at 2:00 and lately he has just slept until 5:30 or later (I know I'm lucky). But I think he may be going through a growth spurt, that or he is getting sick. So here I am up at this odd hour. I was feeling very sleepy because I had been coughing for the past few nights and kept myself up, so I had taken some NyQuil the night before.

Then at about 5:00 I kept waking up, tossing and turning. My stomach ached. Like really ached. I thought maybe I needed to poop. But after doing that I found no relief. So I tried to go back to bed. But the pain was getting worse. A constant dull ache in the pit of my stomach. By 7:00 when Max woke up to eat again, I was writhing in pain. I couldn't sit still. I started vomiting, even though I had nothing in my stomach to vomit. I couldn't believe this was happening. On the morning of Carries funeral. I had so wanted to go and show my love and support, and to help be at peace with everything. But the pain was hard to bear. So I told Chris we needed to go to the ER.

The drive over seemed like an eternity, even though we live about 5-10minutes from IMC. When we checked in I was pale and shaking. I told them I was having severe abdominal pain as I clutched my puke bucket with the contents deposited on the way to the hospital. They took one look at Chris carrying a infant car seat covered with a blanket and said, "How many days postpartum are you?" I was like "What?" "Oh, he's 3 months". It seemed like they took a breath of relief. I couldn't figure out how many days that was, but it seemed to be far enough out for any complications from that. I could barely sign for them to treat me.

They whisked me back and started taking vitals and drawing blood. I was trying to answer all the questions through grunts of pain. I couldn't believe how much pain I was in. They gave me some anti-nausea meds through the IV that they had place as I was now pretty much constantly vomiting, or at least trying to, because nothing was really coming up. They couldn't give me pain medication until the MD saw me. So I had to wait for him. I was tossing and turning in my stretcher trying to find a comfortable position. I started to feel like I would never have relief. And I was still throwing up despite two doses of nausea medication. I was miserable.

Finally the MD came in and through grunts of pain I answered his questions. The nurse finally came in and gave me some Dilaudid. The first dose made me dizzy, and helped the pain to lessen, but it was still there. And I was still throwing up. The second dose made everything better again. AHHHHHHHHHHHH RELIEF! Something I had thought was not possible.

They took me to get an ultra sound to check out my ovaries to see if it was an ovarian cyst that burst. Then they found red blood cells in my urine so they opted for a CT. The CT showed... Kidney Stones. A rather large one on my left side. There is no known cause, but it seems that lots of women get them either while their pregnant or shortly there after and can be brought on my dehydration.

So now I am at home waiting to pass my large stone. I am on a medication that relaxes my ureter and some pain medication. Both make me dizzy and sleepy and I'm not supposed to drive. And I get to filter my pee (fun fun). So I hope it passes soon because I can't lose any more hours at work, and I've got my starving-probably-going-through-a-growth-spurt-or-getting-sick son that needs to be taken care of.

Why oh why does this crap happen at the most inconvenient times?

Wish me luck that it will pass soon and I won't be in unbearable pain when it does!