I really can't ever brag publicly about when life returns to normalcy. I'm convinced the cosmos are listening and said "Ha! That wasn't enough? Here, take some more!!"
Actually, put into perspective, this isn't that terrible...
Wednesday, Jason started to cramp up in the morning. Except, that it seemed to start off as back pain. We went in to the local hospital, assuming it was what they'd been talking about all along: cholangitis. They treated it as such, though he was having pain around his spleen, also. Pain killers and more pain killers... such is the story of our trips to the hospital. They sent us home, we went to Jamba Juice, came home, Jason was a tad nauseated, but came with me to my hair appointment and got his done, also.
All night he stirred. More back pain. Then more cramping. Hard cramping. So, we did as we have been directed to do; we went to the ER. Pain killers, pain killers, pain killers. Did I mention that nothing less than Dilaudid and Fentanyl will work because Jason's tolerance is so up there? We got out early in the morning and he insisted on going to work. His work is light and he had a ride home. I went to work. Things seemed okay, though looking back, he seemed a bit agitated on and off.
Then there was Monday.
Well, well, well... we were back at the ER with more pain. I honestly don't even remember if I made it into work or not. Or did I meet him there later. Oh yeah, I met him there later in the afternoon. Then it started snowing. Hard. We got out, went to Target for some pharmacy and some miscellaneous food items, then home.
Still, I was worried. By the time Wednesday rolled around, Jason was having throbbing, moving toward stabbing pain. I urged him to talk to the liver transplant team himself, and they said to come down to their hospital, since they may treat it differently. Jason tried to brave it out, but around 7:30, it became clear that things were only getting worse so we went to the ER.
The ER was PACKED. I guess the last two weeks has seen a big spike in admits and injuries. Lots of flu and colds going on out there. Please, just stay away from my husband; he doesn't need any more. Thankfully (ha!) Jason's transplant status got him out of the coughing, sniffling, sneezing waiting room pretty quickly.
We got into the room around 1AM, and I was too exhausted to come home. I kind of figured it would take as long, so I packed some clothes under the stupid guise of going to work the next day since this hospital was so close to downtown. Har, har. I got only about 2 hours of pieced-together sleep, so I wasn't much use. I stayed the day, managed my emails from the hospital room and went home that night to shower, sleep, and ready myself for another day.
It's Saturday now, and Jason is still in the hospital. I think they're going to take his spleen out, it's just a matter of when. It's just a matter of how many hospital trips does it take to get to the center of this medical tootsie pop. I'm about to head back, and will hopefully make it in time to talk with the surgeons.
Post more later.
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