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Ok so I am a few days getting back to ya....ugh I'm sorry.
Saturday the 18th began as a good day. We went to Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner, but after dinner I was having some mild abdominal pain. Took the waitress forever to get us our check as I was like dyin. After we got home, the pain just kept getting worse. I kept HG awake most of the night, then finally asked him to drive me to the ER at 3 am.
It ended up being a bowel obstruction in the upper portion of the small intestine, most probably cause by some scar tissue in there from my previous abdominal operations years ago. Luckily I didn't need surgery, but I did have to sit in the hospital for a week without food and with a big ol' nasty NG tube down my nose and throat. Yum. And by the way....morphine is a goooooooooooood thing....trust me :)
Now I'm home...feeling better physically. Emotionally.....well I dunno. I hate reminders of my past illness. I'd just like to forget it even happened. But then...there are the reminders....that come up and bring back those memories I worked so hard to bury. This hospitalization was a big one. The scars on my body...the small lingering side effects from the chemotherapy...my son's hearing loss....all remind me. But then I silence the sad thoughts I have....when I think to myself..."You know Lynn...most people in your shoes aren't even alive today to receive reminders....to even have memories..."
So true. Thank you Lord.
Saturday the 18th began as a good day. We went to Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner, but after dinner I was having some mild abdominal pain. Took the waitress forever to get us our check as I was like dyin. After we got home, the pain just kept getting worse. I kept HG awake most of the night, then finally asked him to drive me to the ER at 3 am.
It ended up being a bowel obstruction in the upper portion of the small intestine, most probably cause by some scar tissue in there from my previous abdominal operations years ago. Luckily I didn't need surgery, but I did have to sit in the hospital for a week without food and with a big ol' nasty NG tube down my nose and throat. Yum. And by the way....morphine is a goooooooooooood thing....trust me :)
Now I'm home...feeling better physically. Emotionally.....well I dunno. I hate reminders of my past illness. I'd just like to forget it even happened. But then...there are the reminders....that come up and bring back those memories I worked so hard to bury. This hospitalization was a big one. The scars on my body...the small lingering side effects from the chemotherapy...my son's hearing loss....all remind me. But then I silence the sad thoughts I have....when I think to myself..."You know Lynn...most people in your shoes aren't even alive today to receive reminders....to even have memories..."
So true. Thank you Lord.