Monday, January 1, 2018

The One Where Christmas Was A Bust

Well, this Christmas will go down as the crappiest Christmas I think I've ever had!

First, my son, who spends the majority of his time in New Hampshire for his job,  was supposed to be back here in Michigan the Thursday before Christmas. I planned a nice dinner for us all and looked forward to having our little family together enjoying and sharing Maxwell's first Christmas ever!

On Wednesday he started to be in a lot of pain and went to the ER where they diagnosed him with kidney stones. I won't go into a lot of details but he had a pretty rough time passing them and did not make it home until this past Thursday!

On Saturday the 23rd we decided to do our Christmas with just Shauna, Brad and Maxwell. I cooked a nice dinner of my famous ravioli lasagna and we had a nice dinner. Maxwell loves my cooking by the way!


Very shortly after dinner I started to get a pain in my upper right abdomen. I didn't say anything to anyone and we continued on with exchanging gifts and watching Maxwell open his. Well, he mostly just grabbed them and shook them and occasionally ripped  a piece of paper He doesn't quite get the whole opening presents thing yet!


We got him this little car that he can sit in and be pushed around. He wasn't real impressed but I think he's going to love it in the Spring!

The whole time we were opening presents and stuff my abdomen was killing me. I didn't say anything because I was enjoying watching Maxwell play with all his new toys. After a while Shauna and Brad left and I told Rich how much pain I was in. I tried laying different ways, laying on the floor (seriously), heating pad, antacids but nothing helped. I was pretty sure it was a gallbladder attack and I was trying to wait and see if it would go away on it's own but after a few hours it was apparent that I needed help. Rich drove me to Providence Park hospital Emergency Department.



They took me in right away and the ER doctor agreed with my suspicion that it was my gallbladder. They did a abdominal ultrasound and told me I had gallstones. They also said that because it was the day before Christmas Eve and almost everyone was off of work they would send me home with pain meds and to contact a  surgeon to arrange to have my gallbladder removed,

After the radiologist looked at my ultrasound he said that the walls were enlarged and it looked infected so they put me on IV antibiotics and decided to keep me overnight. All this whole time I was still in severe pain though because they only gave me ibuprofen and it was taking forever to work!

The next day was Christmas Eve. In the morning a surgical resident came into my room and said that the surgeon was in the house and was willing to do the surgery that day if I wanted! I said yes without hesitation! I was there, I had already been IV'd and I saw no reason to wait. The surgeon came in and talked to me for a few minutes and they scheduled my surgery for 12:00. I'll tell you what. If you have to have surgery then Christmas Eve is the day to do it! They came and got me at 10:00 and by 12:00 I was already in recovery!


They kept me one more night and I came home on Christmas Day. I missed my family's Christmas Eve celebration and all the good food! But it was worth it because I think I have been having gallbladder problems for a while so now it's gone and can never hurt me again!!

I stayed home from work on Tuesday and Wednesday but went back for the rest of the week. I felt pretty good and the surgeon said it would be alright as long as I didn't lift more than 10 lbs.

Chris was home and we finally had our little family celebration last night! Brad got new camera equipment and we took this family photo! So happy to all be together at last!


I was asleep by 10:00 last night and only woke briefly at midnight when the fireworks were going off all over!

Happy New Year to all and I hope 2018 brings you everything you hope for!

Until the next time....


Saturday, December 9, 2017

Health Scare

A few weeks ago on a Friday we went out to dinner with my brother and his wife, as we frequently do.

That night I was tired after working all day so I went to bed about 9:30 or so. At about 10:30 I woke up with a pain in the middle of my chest, right below my rib cage. I got up, went into the bathroom and took a couple of Tums, thinking it was indigestion. By the time I got back to bed 10 seconds later, the pain had increased 10 fold and was radiating up into my neck!

I sat on the bed and waited for a  few minutes and the pain only got worse. I thought it was probably indigestion or a gallbladder attack, but the pain going into my neck scared me enough to wake Rich up.  We waited for a few more minutes but the pain was not getting any better. I though if I was having a heart attack then I was wasting precious minutes by sitting there so Rich called 911 and the Canton Rescue came in about 2 minutes. It felt like it took them forever to get there, though!

By that time  my blood pressure was high and I was breathing heavy. I was, in a word,  freaking out! They hooked me up to EKG machine and told me my heart rhythm was good and did not look like my heart was in any distress, but they recommended they take me to the local hospital anyway so they could check me further.

 In the ambulance they gave me 4 baby aspirin to chew, hooked up a IV, then gave me nitroglycerin to put under my tongue. I was still in a lot of pain but my blood pressure was lower and I was calming down knowing I probably was not having a heart attack.

At the hospital they did blood work and took a chest x-ray.  Finally after about two hours the pain went away. The did more blood work, kept the monitor on me for  a few more hours and at about 4:30 in the morning they said I was fine and we finally went home!

I felt kind of foolish for going to the hospital for what probably was indigestion but it's better to be safe than sorry! Plus, being diabetic puts me at higher risk for heart disease so I did not want to mess around.

I followed up with my doctor the following Monday and she already had the report from the hospital. She said it looked like there was nothing to be concerned about but she ordered a stress test just to be sure.

I had that done last Wednesday.



While I was walking on the treadmill the tech asked me if I felt anything and she was pointing at something on the EKG, which looked like Greek to me anyway. She said it was showing "some early beats."

The  next day I got a message from my doctor. She said my heart looked good, had good blood flow and nothing to indicate any trouble. The stress test did show that I had what is called premature ventricular contractions in the lower chambers of my heart, which are early beats or skipped beats.  Those are usually brought on  by too much caffeine,  or stress, or even exercise!   I guess it's pretty common and not dangerous unless it happens all the time.

So that's it. My heart is healthy, which is a relief and one less thing I have to worry about for now!



This was outside of the health center where I went for my stress test. It just strikes me as funny that there is a gurney sitting out there by the dumpster! It even had a sheet on the mattress!

And lastly: Guess who's 11 months old now and starting to take a couple steps??

Until the next time...