Wadda Knight

We are home after a very long evening. Our Andrea, her John and "our" Brandon invited their folks out to eat at Sweet Tomatoes for Father’s Day.

Brandon was parked between the two grandmas – someone needed to keep an eye on that boy… I just realized that he was in his car-seat-carrier the whole time and we didn’t get to hold him at all.

I took just a tiny bit of what my heart desired, which filled my plate. I began to feel uncomfortable in my abdomen and thought a trip to the powder room might help. It didn’t. We left because I was feeling worse. I had driven there but I couldn’t drive back. I continued to feel worse, every mile we drove. Just before the exit closest to our doctors’ office, Bob asked me if I wanted to see if any one was there. Yes, yes, yes indeedy I did. They have short hours on Sunday so there was a slight chance but not a very big chance after five and this was after seven. (They closed at three so there never was a chance.)

By the time we got there I decided to call the on-call doc who gave me the choice to go to the emergency room or to go home and try to wait it out. I chose the emergency room, which was just a couple of blocks and three turns away. By the time I had almost filled out my paper-work I couldn’t sit. I ended up leaning against the wall. The pain was worse in the general area of my left ovary and it radiated down my left thigh to my knee. The only thing I can compare it to was labor pains –rolling waves of pain that radiated down my leg.

Fortunately there wasn’t much of a wait – only one person was before me. When she finally opened the door to let me in I was able to lean on this sweet little (short and a bit substantial – just right for leaning on) admissions lady and shuffle my way back. I just needed to lie down. I kept hyperventilating from the pain and I was afraid I was going to pass out. They got me onto some funky little examining table just so I could answer the questions. They finally decided to just put me in one of the cubicle first and admit me later.

Then came the dreaded insertion of the IV and blood draw. Second time worked so I’ll have matching bruises on my forearms. Then came the pain-killer. J Then the cup needed some filling. Finally, at about 9:30 they wheeled me in for a CT scan and discovered it was kidney stones. One is 6mm – too large to pass - and several small ones behind that. My urologist was on call so he decided I need to come in to see him tomorrow then they sent me home with a couple of Rx for pain and nausea. I still had lots of Vicadin left over from breaking my arm almost a year ago and I ‘knew’ I had seen some pills for nausea just a few days ago so we went home.

I needed to take some pills so I tried to eat something. I got the pills down then ran to the bathroom. I made it but I have my doubts about any pills having a chance to dissolve – including the pain-pills I took before leaving the hospital. I feel ‘better’ but can’t wait for the stuff they put in my drip to wear off completely.

Remember when your mother was concerned that you had ‘holey’ underwear in case you were in an accident? Usually I just grab a pair of undies and put them on. This morning when I looked in the drawer, I actually thought – do I want to wear those old ones or the newer ones – in case I end up in the emergency room. I chose the newer ones.

When I was getting dressed to go this afternoon, I chose pull-on pants, a black camisole to wear under a lacy, pale chartreuse sweater and a long sweater-coat over the whole thing. Normally, I would just grab a jacket but I had decided the sweater looked best out over my pants so I took the long sweater-coat instead.

By the time we got to the emergency room, I had to pull everything down from my abdomen area altogether. The pull-on pants were snug enough to stay up – even while pulled to a new low. The green sweater came below my ‘new’ waistline and the long sweater covered all of the rest. How very comforting that I didn’t have to worry about exposing myself along with the concern for my pain.
It still isn’t over.

I have to get through tonight and through getting this taken care of. Now I just don’t feel good.

Happy Father's Day, dear Bob, and thank you for being there.