Wow...talk about timing

Wrote this the other day, but thought I'd post it.....my illness saga. yee haw.

It's been an interesting coupla days. Turns out my stomach issues landed me in the hospital Thursday afternoon. Right around 3pm, I got the shooting, stabbing pains and cramps again. So bad that I had to lay on the floor in a ball, face down to even be remotely comfortable. I somehow managed to put in a movie for Miles so he wouldn't be scared seeing me. He kept following me around telling me to drink water so I'd feel better and rubbing my head. Poor baby. Called R and he came home and immediately called our insurace to see which ER we could go to w/out paying a million $$.
  We went to Citrus around 4-5 pm and checked in and the pain intensified ten fold. I was sobbing and hyperventilating, while half curled, half standing in the waiting room chair. Finally, after about 30 min, one of the head ER nurses came and pulled me back in a private room and started asking more questions and got to work. Said she'd hafta "put a line in" to which I was so dismayed. When I was at that hospital before, the lady'd missed my vein 2-3x and left a massive bruise on my arm. She assured me that this guy was the best and no problem. Needless to say, he got it in crooked, so then she came to fix it, to no avail...stuck me 2 more times, blew out 1 more vein, and then she let me rest awhile. Needless to say I was in full on fight mode...as in fight or flight. Every muscle was tensed and I was getting edgy and mouthy. One good thing, my stomach wasn't hurting anymore at that point. I guess my veins were the bigger hammer, so to speak.  Anywho, they finally called in a wonderful , nice, middle-aged lady who looked so calm and confident. She put my IV in on the 1st try. Sucks bc it was my right arm right in the crease where it folds, so w/ my IV drips (5 hrs of antibiotics), I had to keep my arm straight so as not to interrupt the flow.---but that was later on. They gave me some Dilotted (sp), which is top shelf pain killer, like liquid morphine. I felt my body go instantly warm and my head and hands tingled. I felt like I had downed 10 shots of top shelf liquor, but boy did I get some instant relief.
 After that, they settled me into a room in the ER and took me back for a catscan not too long after. About an hour after that, the ER doc came in and told me I had diverticulitis and that I had to be admitted for at least 2 days. I started crying. I really had thought it was my appendix or something. So weird that I had something my 60-something Dad had?! wtheck? But I mostly cried bc I would be missing my trip to the beach to see Tammy, my BF from KS who was flying in that night. Me, R and the kids were s'posed to go down Sat for 3 days. After that, I just had to wait for a room, which would be a couple hrs, so I had R go back home(30 min one way) and grab some of my essentials. When he got back, my pain started kicking in big time again, so the nurse John (awesome) put some more dilotted in my IV. This time I got wicked sick and almost threw up. Ashen skin, sweating profusely and hanging over a bag he gave me. He had to give me anti-nausea stuff. Yee haw. I've always been very sensitive to pain killers, thus the dislike.