Heeeey, guys. Long time no see.
For those of you who don’t follow me on Facebook or Twitter, I was in the hospital. Not the ER. (Well, obviously part of it was the ER.) I was pronounced septic and spent two nights hooked up to many monitors and poked by many needles.
So the short form is:
- We left two days late
- I’m home
- I’m weak and shaky
- I’ll be fine physically, but
- I’m an idiot
The long form is below. It’s not edited because it’s kind of a miracle I’m typing this much. And probably dumb, but you guys deserve to know where the hell I’ve been. And I want to rant.
We got into San Diego early evening on Tuesday, and I noticed the early signs of a UTI. But ones that are usually more warning signs, and if I straighten up and fly right, it goes away.
And we’d just gotten there, man. And my friends were there. And I’d have to go to the ER, which could take hours.
So I got some cranberry extract and drank lots of water. And I was okay… until Wednesday evening.
That hotel’s floor plan was obviously created by someone who has only ever met able-bodied, healthy people. It was a friggin’ nightmare.
You had to walk out of the elevators, down two short hallways. The ballrooms, which were only used a couple of times, were at the end of the hall. (And after the first day, there weren’t any chairs.) Most of the sessions took place downstairs from all that. At least there were tables and chairs outside of those. There weren’t any inside by the ballrooms.
Meanwhile, breakfast was held in that area… but outside. Because what dressed up gal doesn’t love traversing uneven ground first thing in the morning? The Expo Hall was a bit further even from that, in a separate building. (It was friggin’ huge, so probably the only place to store them but… c’mon!)
On Thursday, I did hit of the Expo Hall. I got to maybe half the booths. It was huge. Then I rested and got to have dinner with Revanche and her family. The plan was to go to the kickoff party (held in the same restaurant) right after.
Toward the end of dinner, I caught a chill coming back from the bathroom. There was a spot where a breeze was coming off the water, it was “only” in the mid-60s (remember, I live in Phoenix), yada yada.
The shiver kept getting worse until I was tensing all of my muscles to try to control the violence of the shaking. Because suddenly I was cold.
Let me be clear: I wasn’t chilled; I wasn’t freezing. I didn’t feel cold. I was cold. was completely and thoroughly cold.
My core was ice. There was no warmth in my center.I knew intrinsically that I would never feel warm again.
Revanche and her husband put their coats over me. She got me up to the room, having to steer me because I could barely walk. All my muscles were tensed trying to contain the shivers. Going from the cab to the lobby and in the elevator, I received looks. Which I should’ve been too cold to care about but I wasn’t.
As soon as the door opened I ran past my mother and got under the covers. They wanted me to take a shower, but I couldn’t be naked for even a minute.
The sheet and three comforters didn’t warm me up quickly. I was shivering under the covers for at least 20 minutes. And that was even after they put warming patches all down my neck and spine.*
The rest of the conference
I missed it.
I made it downstairs twice. Each time it ended badly. I started puking it at random intervals — too random to be a bug — on Friday. The cold spells hit twice more.
We still thought it was a flare-up. We figured the severity was due to all of my activity right before.
On Sunday morning, Mom and I agreed we should extend our stay. I wasn’t going to make a six-hour car ride. We agreed I’d go to the ER if I wasn’t better by evening — if nothing else than in the hopes of getting an anti-emetic.
But at 3 p.m. I got online to find a hospital. I was in an exam room about 10 minutes after arrival. They put me on fluids almost immediately. I had a cold spell again, and when they took my temperature I was 103. (I’d been 99.4 when I was checked in half an hour before.)
They checked for gallstones and kidney infection and other stuff. At which point one man earned Favorite Doctor Ever status by saying (about performing some ultrasounds on my kidneys and gall bladder), “She’s thin, so it should be easy.”Hey, you’re allowed to be shallow when you’re feverish.
Shortly thereafter I was pronounced septic and several hours after that I was admitted. They had to hustle to get me a bed in the cardiac ward. And no, I don’t know why I was in the cardiac ward.
But I was hooked up to several monitors and poked quite a few times. With needles, just to be clear. Top-of-the-hand IVs hurt soooooooooo muuuuuuch!
Despite my complaining, they did isolate the exact bacteria to be sure they’d give me the right antibiotics. And still got me out by Tuesday night. And ya know, saved my life. So I’m grateful.
That brings us the present
We were in no shape to make the drive that night. So we traveled on Wednesday, and I’m grateful to be home.
I’m still weak and get shaky if I walk around much. I’m also getting confused easily and keep using the wrong words. Plus I’m not sure I could be nice to people right now.
So I told my boss I thought I should wait until Monday to come back. It’s not like answering email is huge activity, but I have to be nice to customers and He said I should bill for this week anyway because, as always, he’s The Best Boss Ever.
Mom’s sticking around a few extra days to help out and to actually visit with me when we’re not packing and/or I’m not puking intermittently. We’re concentrating on figuring out what foods my body will accept — mostly fruit, probably because of the water content — and teaching my stomach to eat regular amounts of food, so I won’t keep being dizzy and weak and shaky.
So… yeah. Super glad I didn’t miss that Tuesday night socializing to go to the ER. Definitely the smart, long-term choice.
Hope you guys didn’t miss me too much. Or wait, yes I do. Right? Anyway guys, subscribe to the blog on Facebook or Twitter so you know about stuff like this. Also for random stuff like puppy pictures or (occasionally) witty things like:
- At night, I lie in bed asking myself the really important questions, like “What’s the name of that melon that’s always next to cantaloupe?” And yes, I know it’s honeydew. But first my brain came up with the brilliant answers melon collie, calliope & (my favorite) antelope.
- My life skill is always opening sleeves of crackers on the wrong end.
- Me: I’m just grumpy in the morning. And the rest of the day
Revanche: So by 7 p.m. we’ll be good?
Me: Yeah. Well, then I’ll be tired, so no.