Pain everywhere.
It was in my stomach, my bowels, my back, everything felt weak, I couldn't breathe deep, and I started puking.
I was supposed to take my daughter to her GI specialist but there was no way that was happening.
Thankfully my son still lives at home and he was able to take her. Both of them asked me if I needed to go to the ER.
I called my husband and told him I was dying.
He left work saw me and scooped me up and took me to the emergency room.
They admitted me to the hospital with pancreatitis and high triglycerides.
This is the second time I've had pancreatitis. The first time was in August of 2009. It was triggered by a reaction to a drug I had been prescribed for Crohn's disease. I was told .05% could get pancreatitis from this drug. Those odds looked good to me. Nope! I was in that super small percentage.
My triglycerides were 7340. They are supposed to be less than 150. Holy shit!!!
They they put me in the heart unit because my heart was not doing well. I don't exactly know what was going on with it, but they moved me from a regular room to one in the telemetry unit.
They said my blood looked like sludge. That's gross.
I spent several days hooked up to insulin drip IV. This lowered my triglycerides.
The tested my blood sugar every hour. EVERY DAMN HOUR!!!!
I did a lot of self Reiki.
I watched animal planet when I felt good enough to be awake but not enough to pay attention to a real plot line. The animals were soothing.
I was diagnosed with diabetes.
Shit! I love carbs!
I learned how to test my blood sugar and how to give myself the insulin injections.
Which by the way are so much easier to do than methotrexate injections.
I had a panic attack the night I got home from the hospital. I just felt so much fear.
I used my tools to make the anxiety go away. I journaled until I had felt the fear and could leave it behind. The fucker keeps visiting me. I say "hello" and send him packing.
Today is Wednesday, again.
I am learning how to manage this new life.
I am grateful for the hospital but I am so grateful that I am home.
My husband has been amazing through the whole experience. He stayed with me as much as he could and when he couldn't be there he had my mom come sit with me.
He's helping me to learn how to eat using the dietary information that they sent us home with. He loves to cook so this is good for us.
Isn't my first big diagnosis. It isn't the first change I'll have to make to my lifestyle. I will manage it.
