Over the past 4-6 months it has been just that...one thing after another, and they have not been necessarily good things (from my human perspective).
It wasn't long after the kyphoplasty that I started being sick at my stomach. The dr finally gave me some anti nausea medicine after about a week; then about the end of that week I had some black stool and ended up in the hospital dehydrated and stomach scope revealing I had 3 uclers. One was quite nasty and two smaller ones.
While in the hospital they did an mri of my stomach area (before the scope) and it read that there was a 'spot' on my liver. So I got out of the hospital on Monday and was scheduled the following Monday for a PET scan to check out that liver. Previous PET scan in August revealed that everything was ok.
So Monday I'm trying to get ready to go to my what normally is an uneventful PET scan, but I was struck with pain so severe an ambulance had to come and take me to the hospital. I had a pinched nerve in the middle of my chest radiating to my back...where it was exactly I have no idea, but let me tell you that the pain was so severe I couldn't move. An ambulance ride in that condition is one of the most excruciating experiences one could ever go through.
Once I got to the hospital they began taking tests and finally, medicating me. I didn't leave the hospital until 5 days later and let me tell you that it was the worst experience of my life. Basically I had a morphene drip PLUS I could medicate myself every like 6 minutes. I got so overmedicated I had no clue what was going on. Add to that some other meds they gave me that made me sick and mean. :( I thank GOD that my best friend flew in from Colorado the day I went into ER because she literally saved my life by being there and overseeing all that was going on.
I think it was about day 3 or so that the pain finally eased. In order to leave the hospital they had to put me on pain patches and steroids equal to what I was getting in the hospital and when I went home I began decreasing all of it.
Things were difficult enough that while I was in the hospital Cyndi (my best friend) called my son and told him that he needed to come see me. Many of you know it had been like 4 or more years since I had actually seen Greg face to face. This was the week before Thanksgiving that I was in the hospital and so Greg arrived the Monday of Thanksgiving.
I have new pain atm so I need to stop this for now and move to my chair. I'll finish tomorrow....
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