Whit's week
NEW LIFE RULE: NO SURGERY WITHOUT AT LEAST A 24 HOUR NOTICE.
It’s a good rule, don’t you think? J
This last week or so has been so ridiculously crazy. I know I’ve written about some of this already, but my brain needs to start from the top.
2/21/12 Tuesday – Whit goes into the ER “profoundly dehydrated”
2/24/12 Friday – Whit spends day in the hospital having tests done on her Liver and Gallbladder
2/27/12 Monday – Whit’s doctor receives test results from Friday’s test and immediately calls and asks Whit to come into the office first thing the next morning. (Whit freaks)
2/28/12 Tuesday – Whit goes in for doc apt at 8:30am. By 11 Whit is sitting on a surgeons table having a PICC line put in. (Strangest day ever)
What a crazy week it’s been!
So here are a few of the details. Doctor said yesterday that this not drinking thing has gotten out of hand and he wanted me to get IV fluids ASAP before I die. He also decided I need to go back on the antibiotic I was on before which is an IV medication. I need to have my gallbladder looked at by a surgeon and likely have it removed soon. This was all just a lot to take in all at once and my head was still swirling as we quickly left his office and went to my brothers so I could take a shower before my surgery. (Bad day to decide to shower at night) They got me in right away at the hospital and before I even knew what was happening they were tying me down to the table and putting a tourniquet on my shoulder. Now, I’m a planner to my core and it often take my mind a long time to process stuff so having unexpected surgery was really overwhelming for me. I think I would have handled the pain better if I had had time to prepare. They had a lot of trouble with the surgery because my veins are so small and dehydrated. Because I haven’t been able to eat much I had to do the surgery without pain killers which was…unexplainable hard. They had to try a lot of times before they got the tube into my arm which was so painful. I was having a hard time not throwing up or passing out because of the pain and just when I thought I was going to have to tell them to give up, the Doc says “I don’t think we are going to get it and will have to start over on the other side”. I kind of wanted to shoot him, but just started praying that God would make a way for me to get through this. As I started to pray the doc excitedly announced that He had gotten in. The worst part of the surgery was that the doctor had to rip open my vain in my upper arm to fit the tube in because my vein was so small. This is very much not normal and will take extra time to heal. It is probably the main reason that I am in so much pain today and am still unable to use the line. The tube starts just above my armpit on my left arm and goes all the way to my heart and, baby, I can feel every inch of it. Not cool! I’ve had a PICC in before so I’m kind of used to this and know all too well how much my body hates having strange objects in it. Part of my disease is that I feel things normal people can’t feel and my body processes so much feeling as pain. In a week or so I should be able to use my arm again, but only gently. Right now my whole left side is very sore and very weak. I have to use my right arm to even list my left one up.
As of now, I can’t use the line yet as it’s not healed enough which means that I need to get liquid down the old fashion way or I can’t take my pain killers. As I’m sure you’ve gathered, my pain killers are kind of vital to my life today. I am praying and trusting that God will help me drink so I can stay medicated. I had to skip a does this morning and I can’t really function in that much pain. It’s so crazy. The spot where my vein is torn feels like death inside my living body.
I’m really overwhelmed by everything right now and how much everything has to change now because of all this (information for another time) but I am also so thankful to have a God who is not surprised by anything and so faithful to me. I think maybe more than ever I am thankful to have so many praying for me. It makes me tear up (in a good way) when you all write to say you are praying. I know that God is listening and acting on your prayers and I’m sure that is what’s getting me through this craziness.
Thank you! I love you all and am just so thankful for such a wonderful friends and such a faithful God.
It’s a good rule, don’t you think? J
This last week or so has been so ridiculously crazy. I know I’ve written about some of this already, but my brain needs to start from the top.
2/21/12 Tuesday – Whit goes into the ER “profoundly dehydrated”
2/24/12 Friday – Whit spends day in the hospital having tests done on her Liver and Gallbladder
2/27/12 Monday – Whit’s doctor receives test results from Friday’s test and immediately calls and asks Whit to come into the office first thing the next morning. (Whit freaks)
2/28/12 Tuesday – Whit goes in for doc apt at 8:30am. By 11 Whit is sitting on a surgeons table having a PICC line put in. (Strangest day ever)
What a crazy week it’s been!
So here are a few of the details. Doctor said yesterday that this not drinking thing has gotten out of hand and he wanted me to get IV fluids ASAP before I die. He also decided I need to go back on the antibiotic I was on before which is an IV medication. I need to have my gallbladder looked at by a surgeon and likely have it removed soon. This was all just a lot to take in all at once and my head was still swirling as we quickly left his office and went to my brothers so I could take a shower before my surgery. (Bad day to decide to shower at night) They got me in right away at the hospital and before I even knew what was happening they were tying me down to the table and putting a tourniquet on my shoulder. Now, I’m a planner to my core and it often take my mind a long time to process stuff so having unexpected surgery was really overwhelming for me. I think I would have handled the pain better if I had had time to prepare. They had a lot of trouble with the surgery because my veins are so small and dehydrated. Because I haven’t been able to eat much I had to do the surgery without pain killers which was…unexplainable hard. They had to try a lot of times before they got the tube into my arm which was so painful. I was having a hard time not throwing up or passing out because of the pain and just when I thought I was going to have to tell them to give up, the Doc says “I don’t think we are going to get it and will have to start over on the other side”. I kind of wanted to shoot him, but just started praying that God would make a way for me to get through this. As I started to pray the doc excitedly announced that He had gotten in. The worst part of the surgery was that the doctor had to rip open my vain in my upper arm to fit the tube in because my vein was so small. This is very much not normal and will take extra time to heal. It is probably the main reason that I am in so much pain today and am still unable to use the line. The tube starts just above my armpit on my left arm and goes all the way to my heart and, baby, I can feel every inch of it. Not cool! I’ve had a PICC in before so I’m kind of used to this and know all too well how much my body hates having strange objects in it. Part of my disease is that I feel things normal people can’t feel and my body processes so much feeling as pain. In a week or so I should be able to use my arm again, but only gently. Right now my whole left side is very sore and very weak. I have to use my right arm to even list my left one up.
As of now, I can’t use the line yet as it’s not healed enough which means that I need to get liquid down the old fashion way or I can’t take my pain killers. As I’m sure you’ve gathered, my pain killers are kind of vital to my life today. I am praying and trusting that God will help me drink so I can stay medicated. I had to skip a does this morning and I can’t really function in that much pain. It’s so crazy. The spot where my vein is torn feels like death inside my living body.
I’m really overwhelmed by everything right now and how much everything has to change now because of all this (information for another time) but I am also so thankful to have a God who is not surprised by anything and so faithful to me. I think maybe more than ever I am thankful to have so many praying for me. It makes me tear up (in a good way) when you all write to say you are praying. I know that God is listening and acting on your prayers and I’m sure that is what’s getting me through this craziness.
Thank you! I love you all and am just so thankful for such a wonderful friends and such a faithful God.
