First, let me wish all you fathers out there a very Happy Father's Day. I hope your day is filled with lots of laughter and fun stuff!
Now, before you think I have broken something else, let me assure you, I have not. However, last week has been one of those that has really tried my patience and ability to keep my sense of humor. Sometimes I just feel like looking up in the sky and saying "WHAT?!!!", and last week was one of those weeks. Since this is a broken leg site I will try not to go into too much detail, but I think this will show that life just doesn't stand still while we are healing our breaks. So, here goes the abbreviated version of my week.
With a family history of colon cancer (both my paternal grandparents had it, had it removed, and lived to ripe old ages), I had been scheduled for my first colonoscopy. I figure I can use the "grown-up" word since there are now commercials all over TV. This is one of those "Oh my gosh, I guess I really have arrived at middle age moments", but I would have felt pretty stupid to ignore my history. So, Sunday I got to do the prep. For those of you who have never had the chance, it's interesting. Let's just say, you're shooting for ending up squeeky clean. I had done this once before a few months back before my hysto and it was no big deal, a couple of hours of laughing at myself as a "ran" through the process and that was it. Sunday, I was given something else to try, and lets just say, it wasn't the same. The process was violent, the pain worse than breaking my leg, and by the time I got into the office at 7:00 the following morning, I felt beaten up. My husband was even scared during the prep. Then, before the procedure, they couldn't get my IV line right. First one went in, they tried to give me meds and quickly realized the line wasn't right, went over to my other arm and fiddled with one over there. They couldn't get that right (ouch for God's sake!), and went back to the other vein in the first arm. Finally, I was out (yeah!!!). The procedure went fine (or so I thought) and I was squeeky clean. I went home and "slept" in a drugged out stupor for a few hours. When I got up, I noticed a distinct SHARP pain in my lower left quadrant. Let's just say that over the next day, that got worse. When I started spiking a temp, and about the time it hit 102, I grudgingly headed off to the ER. Man, I did not want to go. When one of the EMTs looks at you and remembers you, that's bad. So, I spent the night in the ER, getting more IVs and a CT scan of my abdomen. ARGH!!!!!!!!! I am SO tired of the hospital. I had a surgery last May which failed which led to my hysto in late November (surgery #2), and broke my leg the first part of January (surgery #3). Before that, I was never really sick. In a nutshell, I ended up with an infection from the procedure and for the next ten days get to treat that. The meds make me VERY sun sensitive, so no hiking my hill. ARGH again! I know there are many of you women out there in BL land for whom shopping is major therapy; I am not one of them. If I last ten minutes and am not bored stiff, I am doing well. Having a 14 year old daughter who loves to shop has maybe bumped that up to 1 hour on a really good day. So, guess where I was yesterday, yep, at the mall. I was more bored at home so I had to do some walking. Yeah, I know, I survived. Anyway, time continues to move forward, I am taking my meds to heal this, and I look forward to returning to my daily hike. I really could have done without this, but I guess this is life's weird sense of humor rearing its head again. Funny, that's how I began this diary on this site...