Well, life can take you down many roads real fast. For me, today was the road leading to the ER. I woke up around 330am and had shooting pain from my abdominal area straight on through to my back almost as if in my spine. Wondered about my house until finally Molly had me call the consulting nurse from GH. I would have called sooner, but I just thought I over did my excersise the day before. Well I ended up at St. Joseph's Hospital ER, and was taken back emidiately. There I had this really sweet, young nurse looking after me. I think she really felt sorry for me, for all the pain I was going through and how little of a fuss I was making for her. The doctor was very good too. He was straight forward, told me what he wanted to do and he was going to figure out what was wrong. Apparently from his stand point it had something to do with my abdominal area. So I layed there in misery, waiting for what tests they would do on me. I had another person in the same room and I can say this. We were curtained off but just hearing her vomit and complain and all sorts of other things kinda took my pain away at moments. Made me feel alittle better about the situation I was in, especially once I heard her say methadome. I knew at that point I really wasn't suffering from drugs, mine was cause I either over worked out or I ate bad food or something along that line. Finally I could wait no longer, I called the nurse and she brought me some Vicadin. I never had that painkiller before, nor did it do anything at the time. I let the pain over come me and just layed there silently moaning to myself. After that I had to run to the bathroom or it would be ugly. I gave back all the pizza and food we ate the night before during dinner. I know sick huh? Well then I felt a little better, but still so much pain. Finally the nurse went to check on the doctor, and it turns out that he didn't forget me. A woman had come into the the ER and was pretty much going to have the baby right at door way and so that's what had called him away for so long. Well finally the nurse got the doctors request after taking a blood/urine sample from me that I needed to have X-rays done. Well before that I told her the pain was still just as bad, that's when she sought out to get me some real relief and brought me some Morphine. She put it in through me cathader they had attached to my right arm. The world slow became one weird dream with me not knowing where or who I was any more. I thought I was sending txt messages to people and I didn't even have my phone in hand. I ask the X-ray Tech should I turn my phone off and she was already done with me. When they were wheeling me around in my bed, all I could hear is the theme music to Six Feet Under. And to top it off my feet were green at one point. Molly's friend Michelle called me then showed up at the hospital, and she too saw what cloud I was swinging from. Watching me hold up my cellphone and then put it down saying that message is awesome. Funny part is I didn't even do any thing, let alone I never sent any txt messages. Molly was having trouble understanding anything I did send her, I was too high and gone for her to even know where I was coming from. After all that fun and excitement, doctor came back and told me that my blood/urine work came out all good, but from the X-rays he had some concern about my Pancrease having an over production of White Blood Cells. It was in flamed as he put it. Well I was given a prescription for Anti-biotics and more Viacadin, then sent on my way. Good thing Michelle had come, cause if I had desided to drive I would have been real slow and not sure if I would have made it to Pharmacy and home in one piece. I am very fortunate to have people to care and be there for me. Molly's cousin them were standing by too which was very nice. Got to the Pharmacy, got home and from then on I've been laying in bed between dreams and reality..... ...
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