A New Bellybutton...say huh? And Real Surgery...?
Oh it's been an exciting 3-4 days back!
Lets see. I got back Monday morning and jet lag beat me. Tuesday I forget what I did, but I think my mom came and picked me up and I was dragged to and through the Mall of America...puke.
Then yesterday, Wednesday, I woke up at like 5:30 and had something to eat around 6:30am. I watched some TV and started to do my laundry. It was probably around 8-8:30 when I started to not feel so good, and when I was doing my laundry it really wasn't good. So I layed down for a while and hung up my laundry and it really wasn't good. I layed down some more and it wasn't getting any better so I asked my mom if she would take me up to the office to get an adjustment because sometimes that helps.
By that time I could hardly stand up to walk and I was doubled over in so much pain. We went to the Kasson Clinic in hopes that it would fast track us through the ER, but no such luck. I hadn't thrown up or anything, but on the way to Rochester, before we left Kasson, I was like mom, mom, window and out the window it went. She turned around and went back to the office to get me a bucket and on to Rochester we went. We waited in the ER for who knows how long. She probably does because she wasn't doubled over in excruciating pain wanting to die. We got in finally after I had thrown up twice more, liquids, and then stomach fluid. I don't really remember much.
People came in and poked me and listened to my breathing and heart, and then finally at some point they gave me a drug for the nausea and told me I had to drink this dye stuff because they were going to run a cat scan of my abdomen. The nurse made me drink it to fast so I showed her by puking it all back up all over the floor. Then she let me drink it at my own pace. Before that apparently they gave me some Benedryll which completely knocked me out, but I managed to groge awake to drink that nasty stuff.
They cat scanned me and I passed out again or during who knows and I wasn't really awake when they told me I had appendicitis and had to go to surgery. I was kinda like mm ok, and passed back out. I woke up to them giving me anesthesia and putting cold things on me to regulate something I'm sure.
The next time I woke up I was in my hospital room with three little cuts on my abdomen. Apparently I got a two-for-one. Since I was born I had had a semi-outty bellybutton, but apparnetly that was due to an umbilical hernia, so they fixed that and now I have an inny bellybutton. I kind of miss my old one.
So now I'm home, in some pain, but thanks to the wonderful pain killer percoset I'm doing ok. Dr. Schuler, I will try to get that weekly report to you as soon as I can...sorry it's so late.
Lets see. I got back Monday morning and jet lag beat me. Tuesday I forget what I did, but I think my mom came and picked me up and I was dragged to and through the Mall of America...puke.
Then yesterday, Wednesday, I woke up at like 5:30 and had something to eat around 6:30am. I watched some TV and started to do my laundry. It was probably around 8-8:30 when I started to not feel so good, and when I was doing my laundry it really wasn't good. So I layed down for a while and hung up my laundry and it really wasn't good. I layed down some more and it wasn't getting any better so I asked my mom if she would take me up to the office to get an adjustment because sometimes that helps.
By that time I could hardly stand up to walk and I was doubled over in so much pain. We went to the Kasson Clinic in hopes that it would fast track us through the ER, but no such luck. I hadn't thrown up or anything, but on the way to Rochester, before we left Kasson, I was like mom, mom, window and out the window it went. She turned around and went back to the office to get me a bucket and on to Rochester we went. We waited in the ER for who knows how long. She probably does because she wasn't doubled over in excruciating pain wanting to die. We got in finally after I had thrown up twice more, liquids, and then stomach fluid. I don't really remember much.
People came in and poked me and listened to my breathing and heart, and then finally at some point they gave me a drug for the nausea and told me I had to drink this dye stuff because they were going to run a cat scan of my abdomen. The nurse made me drink it to fast so I showed her by puking it all back up all over the floor. Then she let me drink it at my own pace. Before that apparently they gave me some Benedryll which completely knocked me out, but I managed to groge awake to drink that nasty stuff.
They cat scanned me and I passed out again or during who knows and I wasn't really awake when they told me I had appendicitis and had to go to surgery. I was kinda like mm ok, and passed back out. I woke up to them giving me anesthesia and putting cold things on me to regulate something I'm sure.
The next time I woke up I was in my hospital room with three little cuts on my abdomen. Apparently I got a two-for-one. Since I was born I had had a semi-outty bellybutton, but apparnetly that was due to an umbilical hernia, so they fixed that and now I have an inny bellybutton. I kind of miss my old one.
So now I'm home, in some pain, but thanks to the wonderful pain killer percoset I'm doing ok. Dr. Schuler, I will try to get that weekly report to you as soon as I can...sorry it's so late.
4 Comments:
At 5:06 AM, Rhoda Schuler said…
Jessica,
The tired cliche' "the Lord works in mysterious ways" applies here! How fortuitous that you were home, and not en route or still here when you got sick. But perhaps it was all induced by the trip to MOA!
Follow doctor's orders, you rebel; we'd like to see you at 100% when we return home.
Rhoda
At 9:31 AM, 7continents said…
Wow...are we talking apendicitus [sic] or something to that effect? And three cheers for a new bellybutton!
At 5:16 PM, Stephanie Randolph said…
I cant believe you had surgery! I am glad that you are ok. So when you told me you were dying the other day (you know the night when you got me in trouble) you actually were. Sorry for laughing in your face and telling you I did not care. Well for thinking "I dont care"
At 11:04 AM, Paul Stucky said…
Hello J,
I am now catching up on your blog. I received all the info concerning your return and surgery from your grandmother S. We, P & Jo, are much relieved to hear that you are on the mend with new belly button to boot! We hope you can find a new patch of dirt in which to dig for old stuff. It all sounded terribly interesting. We have tickets to MN for 'Tanksgiving' [sic]. Please have snow and mistletoe...
But now for something completely different.
Ciao Bambina,
Uncle P
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