I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
Okay, so I’m alive… Essentially, here’s what’s happened in the last three days.
Monday night, I went out to Pho Sooner with Chris and had some very tasty pho. Then I went over to Andrea’s place for a number of hours, and was out til a little past 1 am. Given my very weird neuroses about using other people’s bathrooms, let’s just say that I really needed to when I got home. One would think that would be the end of the story, but oh no, Casey’s fragile little body and virtually non existant immune system has always got something to throw at her if I treat my body poorly. A little while after that I started shaking uncontrollably and having really awful muscle spasms, and jolting pains. This went on for 1-2 hours before I finally fell into a fit of restless sleep.
Tuesday morning, I woke up and didn’t feel too awful actually. I was able to make it to my 10 o’clock shift at work with very few problems, aside from a lot of muscle and kidney pain. After I left my shift, I went home and napped for a while and woke up feeling infinitely worse. I felt really nauseous, had a terrible migraine, very dizzy. Luckily what woke me up was my manager asking me to come in an hour early. So, because we’ve been severely understaffed this week, I headed in and spent most of the time with my head on the table doing my best not to move. I ended up taking a bunch of tables, getting them to the point that they were almost finished, and then transferring them to someone else because I just didn’t feel up to staying the half hour to get the tip. I went home, took some nyquil, and had another night of really restless sleep.
Wednesday morning, I woke up and called Goddard and made an appointment. I went in, and had an X-ray, a urine test, a bunch of blood tests, a full vaginal exam, talked to a surgeon, and 2 other specialist doctors. By this point the pain is pretty much unbearable and all of the running around and insinuations that it might be appendicitis, a gall bladder problem, a kidney stone, or a really terrible kidney infection were giving me panic attacks. My doctor finally decides that I need a CAT Scan, and so they actually make me take a wheelchair out of Goddard and William drove me to the hospital. I had never been to a hospital before, but they’re much more calm environments than clinics. I got there and got to do more urine analysis, more blood tests, and had more people prod and poke me. Also, when I arrived my fever was at 103.2. They put an IV in my arm, and made me drink 3 cups of Barium Kool-aid which is sort of like Arsenic and Old Lace, except less you want to hug the sweet old ladies and more you feel like you’re a five year old again. Might I mention that I hate Kool-Aid and barium tastes awul. After that was allowed to circulate through my system for about an hour and a half, they took me in for my CAT scan. They hooked me up to an IV of some dye that burned like nothing I have ever felt before, and made my whole body tingle. After the CAT Scan, they let me go back to my room and gave me morphine, which was probably the only good part of the day. I wouldn’t say it really stops all of the pain, because I could definitely still feel it, but it was this great cloudy floating feeling that made me really just not care about it. A few minutes after that, the doctor came in and told me that I had a really bad Kidney infection, that there was blood overspilling from my kidneys, and my white cell counts was about 2.5 times higher than it should have been. They hooked me up to an antibiotic IV and I slept in a happy morphine-induced bliss. At about 5 o’clock they told me that they were releasing me, and they wrote me a prescription for some anti-nausea medication, some antibiotics, and loritab. then I went home and slept once again restlessly, and now here I am.
I feel okay today, still in a lot of pain, but it’s good to know what’s wrong.
August 19th, 2006 at 12:14 pm
Still praying for you!