The hospital seems to be my home away from home as of late. Total bummer, let me tell you! This hospital visit (or vacation as I’ve started calling it) isn’t related to anything else I’ve struggled with medically; not only this Summer, but ever! No kidding. I’ve had food poisoning once – the artichoke dip at BJ’s, yeasrs ago. Now, the doctors aren’t 100% sure what I have, since all ‘gut’ tests have a 48 hour + turn around period. The likely suspects are salmonella, giardia, yersinia, colitis and celiac disease.
They’ve opted to treat me for salmonella, giardia and yersinia, since the treatments are the same. So I’m on 2 antibiotics, in hopes of that working. To rule out the possibility of the other two I’m doing a celiac screening of some sort and they are recommending I have a colonoscopy. On Monday I’ll call my doctor and schedule an appointment to discuss scheduling the colonoscopy…I know you’re all so jealous.
How did this all happen? Well, I woke up on Wednesday with diarrhea. Which wasn’t in and of itself too random, the last 6 months have been a rollercoaster of constipation and diarrhea episodes. (Sorry if this is WAY tmi). Then Thursday I woke up super stiff and not feeling great. I blamed Cymbalta (as I have been for all my crappyness the last 2 weeks). Since I was feeling so down, I opted to join my boss on her trip to town. We left around Noon from home and had some lunch by 4P. (The lunches were completely different and made different places). By the time we got home, around 6P, I was feeling REALLY nauseous. I emailed a lady not committing to Friday morning’s meeting in Salmon (aka ‘town’). It was about buildings in riparian areas (needless to say, I did not attend). By 8P I was eating dry bread and trying saltines. I also couldn’t get my sugars above 68. Then around 9P I started puking. When it got to be 1A, and my sugars STILL weren’t in normal range, I called my boss. No answer. I finally worked up the energy to walk up to her house. She wasn’t there. I sat on her porch for a bit, then went home. I called the office, because I wasn’t sure I could walk down there. About 5 minutes after 2 calls and a voicemail left my boss showed up at my door. I told her I thought I needed to go to the hospital. She got her stuff together, we were on the road by 2A, 2 hous later, at 4A, we got to Steele Memorial Medical Center.
Initially, they thougt I had the stomac flu and were concerned about my body going into DKA. Despite being 58 when leaving home, I was 260 upon arrival. Before leaving home I had shut off my pump though. The 260 continued climbing until last night, when it finally normalized. Though this afternoon I’m back up to 257. Boo! It’s been slowly climbing all day. Now – as you know – they’re not sure. I haven’t anything to trigger this whole situation. They just asked me if I’ve been in airports recently – also, no.
I really think there’s no winning in my little world right now. Seriously! One thing after another. All unrelated (throat, infections, this, etc). What the heck?!?!
Anyway, here we are again, in the hospital. This time with a shower, diet 7up, clean gown, new sheets & watching CMT.
Happy Saturday Everyone!