An evening in the ER

Hi guys,

So as you all have read, I had a colonoscopy and endoscopy last friday.  Nothing very exciting happened afterward, nothing unsual. Until yesterday afternoon.

I had a can of soup for lunch, not a bowl of shards of glass with a side of razor blades.

I went to the bathroom, and the entire toilet was filled with blood. Like....horror story blood. Wow. That surprised me a little, (since I had a hysterectomy 2 years ago!).

I didn't really think it was an emergency because I felt fine. No pain, not dizzy. Sure, a little tired, but fine.

I figured I'd email the doc just in case.

Okay about 2 hours after I emailed the doc, same thing happened when I went to the bathroom. Hm. Not good.

Doc's nurse called me back. Said to go on a liquid diet (oh goody), and if it happens again, go to the ER. (sigh)

Okay.

Less then 3 minutes later the Doctor himself called me back and said to go to the ER. Great.

I went to the ER (and as a side note the Doc called my cell phone 3 more times, but I wasn't able to answer).

So they checked my hemoglobin, blood flow, and gave me IV fluids and the ER talked to the Doc, who is doing another colonoscopy on me today to figure out what the hell the problem is.

In the mean time I feel guilty as hell for making the people I love worry about me. I hate it when people make a big deal over me. It makes me uncomfortable.

I'm also hungry.

But hey....It could be worse right? I am not a bag lady.

Sharon Gammell

I know she is gone. I know I will see her again someday.

But I miss her so much.

I think about her at least every day. I see those little "laughing cow" cheeses at Cub and it makes me want to cry. She use to give those to us when we'd go to Thayers. I am to the point I avoid that section so I don't see them and want to cry.

As my days go by, I think "Oh, I should email Sharon about this and tell her about it, or see what she thinks".....then I remember she is gone.

I was riding in the car with John somewhere this weekend, and I thought I saw her out there  on the sidewalk. But of course it wasn't her.

:(

The Rainbow Bridge

I don't know if this is real or not, but it looks exactly what I have in my mind where the Rainbow Bridge is, where I know I'll be spending 90% of my time when I get Home.  

Once is Enough

Once Is Enough by Elvis Presley


All you got is one life
Living once can be rough
But if you live every day all the way
Once is enough

You can own just one suit
Worn and torn at the cuff
But if youre livin the life that you love
Once is enough

Whats the good of reaching ninety
If you waste eighty-nine
You got one life so live it
If you dont its a crime

Lifes a playful puppy
You can grab by the scruff
And if you live every sec what the heck
Once is enough

Never wait until tomorrow
What if it never comes
Life is a seven layer
Dont you settle for crumbs

Lifes a playful puppy
You can grab by the scruff
And if you live every sec what the heck
Once is enough

Too Late

His Latest Flame

Take me out back and shoot me....

Greetings

Well, yesterday was my colonoscopy and endoscopy.

As expected, the colonoscopy was the same ol same ol. Biopsies taken. Sent to lab. Don't call us, we'll call you. Only difference this time was they shot a bunch of blue dye in there so it looked like I ate a smurf. (When I told this to John, he suggested it was probably Clumsy Smurf, I concur).

Anyway, I had my first upper endoscopy. From everything I've read and heard, it should have been a breeze. (cue forboding music).

Okay. So they did the endoscopy 2nd, since I already would have had sedatives in me, to help pave the way.

The doctor shot some crappy tasting stuff in the back of my throat, and put some sort of mouth guard in. (so I woudln't bite someone?)

I didn't quietly relax as they did this, as I'd feared. Dispite the numbing stuff, I still gagged and struggled. It was horrible. They wound up giving me more sedatives, and thats about all I remember. I do remember hearing them tell me a few times: "April, you need to keep breathing, come on, big deep breaths".

I read over the medical gibberish that was given to me when I was sent home. I had to get a special decoder ring to understand it, and still I am perplexed. Nothing different on the Crohns thing, but the other end, from what I gather, my stomach is inflamed, and part of my esophagus is narrowing. (wtf?)

So I have a cat scan next friday morning to check out the esophagus deal. Then the week after that I get to meet with the doc to see what all this crap means.

Like I said.....time to take me out back and shoot me.....