This blog consists of my many fandoms, and cats. I also post quite a bit about my daily and personal life. Amongst these you will find things that make me laugh, things that make me happy, things that turn me on, things that upset me, and just general things.
I felt okay getting up this morning/afternoon, when my mom stepped by the apartment to check on me. I was able to get up and do my medications and eat some breakfast while I watched OTH and then my roomie and I were going to go downtown to the candy shop and then go do some minor shopping together at WalMart and then we were probably going to check out some movie together.
But, of course, something always has to go wrong and around 2, I was feeling exhausted and disoriented, and I was slurring sentences and words that I can’t even remember, and that I didn’t mean to say. It took my brain a long time to wrap around it, but going out for a ‘girl’s day’ was not going to happen, not with the shape that I was in.
So I took an hour nap and then we went to my parents’ place for dinner. Chicken Mushroom Pasta; something my dad makes that I love each and every time. I was still feeling pretty groggy when we sat down to eat but I was sure that I could make it through the meal, I took one bite and thought I was going to throw-up. I waited minute and tried taking another bite and felt my stomach turn and begin to ache.
So I went to lie down. And I promptly lost consciousness. I’ve been in n out of being conscious throughout the remainder of the night. I’ve been incredibly nauseous, and it’s been hard to walk because my legs and feet are swollen from the calf, all the way down. They’re red and they itch/burn like crazy (I’ve scratched multiple, unintentional designs into them in my sleep, or when I’m really distracted with something else).
After going to the ER the other night, they said my liver levels have grown exponentially and it’s basically “angry” that the doc put the stent in the liver’s bile duct, instead of where it was originally supposed to be placed, in my pancreas.
Aside from all of that, I have those lovely distasteful burps, that taste almost like yeast, and are sour and feel extremely carbonated. They taste like whatever I just ate/drank, making that food/beverage completely undesirable after the matter. So then I can’t eat or drink anything. So then I become dehydrated again.
And it’s all this huge, nasty, endless, tiresome circle that I cannot escape no matter what it is I do.
Either Mom or I will be calling the Doc tomorrow to ask them if they need to admit me, so they can get this stent out of me asap, so I can properly recoup! I’m not going any further with the stent surges, or any other ones for that matter. The high I get from the Phentynol is not worth the aftermath of a surgery, one gone wrong, nonetheless.