It's been a rough couple of days around here. They say that if Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. Well, mama (that would be me) has been ANYTHING but happy lately.
I have a health issue that requires that I undergo a certain medical procedure every year or so. I'll spare you the gory details because frankly, I wash my children's mouths out with soap for saying "potty words" and any detailed description of the last 48 hours is sure to be full of them.
Long story short, I usually manage to make it through the prep and the procedure without too much of a problem. Actually the prep phase is always the worst and the day of the procedure is mostly a blur. But hey, since it's my 6th time around this particular block, why not spice things up a bit?
The prep was pretty much how it always is, lengthy and torturous, but I didn't throw it up so that's a win! Also, I didn't have trouble during the scope since I was out like a light. Once I was in the recovery room, I actually woke up from anesthesia a lot quicker than I usually do. I thought I was doing pretty welll.
We came home and I slept for about 4 hours, then Kevin brought me a jamba juice so I took some sips and went back to sleep for an hour. This time when I woke up, I got up and went into the bathroom and from there into the kitchen. I set my drink and some pills on the counter and then all of the sudden I was REALLY tired. So I put my elbows on the counter and layed my forehead on the nice cool countertop.
--That was the last thing I remember.--
Suddenly Kevin was yelling my name and everything was black except for a little circle with his face in it. He caught me before I hit the ground and took me to the couch where I proceeded to hallucinate. I was convinced that: My mouth was huge and my teeth were falling out. My skin was covered in fur...on the INside. Also, there was a whooshing sound in my ears and I just kept saying "something's wrong" over and over again. Only, I don't know if I was saying it out loud.
Once he decided that a return trip to the hospital was not necessary, Kevin grounded me to the couch and babysat me for the rest of the day.
Today I feel alot better but my hands are shaky and my head is still a little fuzzy.
I'm not sure exactly what went wrong, but I'm thinking it was a reaction to the anesthetic (propofol & demerol) coupled with the fact that I was dehydrated from the prep.
All in all, it has been a pretty eventful couple a days. Days that I don't want to repeat any time soon. But I will have to. In 18 months (insert wailing, whining and gnashing of teeth). Poor me.
The good news is, the Dr said everything looked good (I'm pretty sure that's a relative term considering where his camera was at) and there's no sign of anything cancerous.
For now...I'm just taking it easy.