Ok I had another of those"It started off well..." days yesterday. Streamed as usual at AckcessDenied...pulled a double. Had a good friend show up about midway through. Havent seen her since I left Rube's site. Spent the time hassling her and egging her on with the "oh my streams are just mediocre" line I like to use (ok this is really how I feel about my streams and banner work although others tell me differently...Im my own worst critic). Babe came home from work with Subway for our supper...mmm yummy! I closed my stream with Mac Davis's Hard to Be Humble as a good gag. LOL. Handed the stream over to joe because no one wanted to follow me...I told him in MSN that I had warned him about this and he told me "Well dont be so good!" LOL. Ate supper and visited for a bit before leaving. Around 930 or so, my babe turned in for bed (unusual for a Saturday nite) and so I thought I'd join him. As I was getting comfy, he reached for the OTC inhaler he keeps by the bed and BAM....his side starts hurting real bad. He said it was bothering him a bit before but nothing like it was doing at the moment. I grabbed some Flexall thinking it was a pulled muscle and rubbed it on his side extending from a little way in the front to a little way on his back. Within a few short moments the pain got worse and he got up to try and walk it off. Nothing. After about 30 minutes or so the pain was so bad he was begging me to call 911. Now that has to be the most frightening thing..when the man you love, the one you have to nag into going to the dr, is in such pain he begs to go to the hospital via 911. So I call and at first get the "Im sorry but 911 is experiencing a huge volume of calls please hold and someone will be right with you"....but the 911 operator got to me shortly after that. She got the info and told me what to do if there was a change before help arrived and instructed me to grab all his medicines so the paramedics would have them handy for reference. Well the showed up, he was still in pain but there wasnt much they could do for him short of (as they called it) taxi him to the hospital (can anyone say ka-CHING?...btdt with ambulance rides....they charge the hell outta ya). So...being in pain, unable to drive, and no ride because I've never driven....he opted for the ambulance ride (ok ...yeah I know...damn good reason to learn to drive girlfriend....I know). Needless to say, I was up all night worried to death. As soon as he was out the door, I called my mom and we prayed for him....then talked for a bit to calm my nerves. After hanging up with her, I tried to keep my mind occupied elsewhere...but it was next to impossible..I was wishing I had gone so badly...I really should have....I have no clue why I didnt insist on being there or even why he didnt insist on my being there with him. A while later he called and let me know they poked, prodded, drew blood and took XRays....but knew nothing yet. Hours later he called again, said they didnt know much...they'd even run a CAT scan... and we figured it was just a pulled muscle because everything came back clear (somehow I knew I wasnt getting the full story at this point...not that I was being lied to...but shielded from worrying). He called a cab and came back home. When he arrived I got ahold of the medical report...as I suspected I was being shielded. The report says his blood sugar had gone up (he hasnt told me how high but I heard him as he talked to my mom and I heard him say 300...so am figuring that prolly was it...) and he was diagnosed with Viral Pleuritis (pleurisy), diabetes mellitus with hyperglycemia. They've put him on Naprosyn for the inflammation...no antibiotics though...hmmm. He's telling me now that they gave him something there so Im guessing they gave him a strong antibiotic there and didnt feel the need to prescribe anything else. Well, anyhow, I had an interesting night for sure.
7pm: Day just took a turn towards the worse yet. I got a call from my Dad with an update on gramma in Florida. The cancer is in her lungs, liver and somewhere else (lower in the anatomy ...much lower). It's in stage 4 already. They think chemo is a good possibility as she's otherwise healthy enough. Unfortunately, if the drs had to hazard a guess....they give her 2-6 months assuming the chemo doesnt work. ~~sighz~~ Looks like I may be making a trip to Florida in the next couple months. She's still planning on the trip to our wedding, but it's highly doubtful she'll make it if this timeline goes the way it looks. Have told my folks that if it looks as bad as Im thinking it is...we'll be takin a trip to Florida and getting married there so she can be at the ceremony......
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