It’s been a rough couple of weeks. Rudy had to take me to the ER four times I think, and I was admitted twice. I simply could not stop vomiting. The phenergan doesn’t seem to be working as well as it did. In fact one doctor gave me a shot of Thorazine, that knocked me out for a good 6 hours. As soon as I woke up though I was still throwing up.
I could go into ketoacidosis very easily, fortunately I never got to that point. The gastroparesis has gotten really bad even though my glucose readings are good.
I had to have some minor surgery, I was discharged the same day and damned if I wasn’t back in the hospital the next day. I have to follow up with a gastroenterologist.
What scared my husband is that I went over a week without eating anything. Chicken water and jello doesn’t count. He’s watching me lose more and more weight and it really does bother him.
On the other hand I’m feeling much better now and I’m looking forward to spending time with him.
I found out more things from my hospitalization in March when I was on the ventilator. My nurse told me I was septic and the reason I was so combative was that I wasn’t breathing. That’s not what was in my head though. In my head I just wanted them to slow down and tell me what they were doing. evidently there was no time for that. I’m still having some anxiety over all that, but it is getting better.
I’m looking forward to this week with my husband, thanks for listening.