Well…*sigh*

Went back to the ER yesterday with the same issues that put me there three weeks ago. Though the pain was not as intense, it was still pain and I was still in  a great deal of said pain.

Had the usual battery of tests, all of which showed nothing out of the ordinary, but everyone from the ER doc to my specialist agreed that I need to be seen sooner rather than later. So next week, I’ll be making appointments with the liver doc, and the doctor who did my specialized endoscopy (the procedure to remove the gall stones)… BEFORE I have my regular appointment at Nazih Zudhi in March.

And, all were still in agreement that removing my gallbladder would be too risky to my health.

They also agreed that any future trips to the ER need to be at Baptist, since all my specialists are there. *sigh*

I got morphine for the pain while I was at the ER… which pretty much messed me up for the rest of the day. I got a script for Ultram to fill at the pharmacy once they released me. That left me sleepy all day.

So, I went to fill the prescription, got a nice big bowl of pasta salad from Mc Allisters, a bottle of fizzy water (0 everything!) and went home and slept the rest of Friday away.

How was your week? LOL

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I’m still not 100% with it

I’ve stayed home all week, mostly because I have no energy to speak of, and it’s been pretty damn cold. I did get out on Wednesday to go to a tea place in town called All About Cha Stylish Tea and Coffee with Scott and had this amazing blackberry tea. Scott’s fiancee, Sarah, works there (and no, we didn’t get a discount). I’d been there before about 5 or 6 years ago (probably after they first opened). I’m just not in that part of town much.

But mostly, I’ve been at home with the cats, Salem yowling his head off more than usual. He’s sleeping on my lap, so at least he’s quiet.

My antibiotic is gone as of about 5 minutes ago, so now I can go to bed.

I just hope I don’t wake up with a headache in the morning. I want to get out for a little bit. Maybe that’ll clear my head.

Man, that last stay in the hospital really wiped me out!

C’mon cat, let’s close up shop and get to bed.

Nighty night.

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Home from the hospital, tired as hell

I get to keep my gallbladder because the risk of my liver disease getting worse was too great; my blood pressure and heart rate are kinda low; still will be taking the same meds as before, plus an antibiotic I have to take every 12 hours- six horse pills that cost me $22.00! And I’m bloated because I spent two days on a nothing by mouth order from the treating physician. And when I was able to eat again, it was too much for my body to handle.

So now I’m home, which is good; yet at the same time, I’m exhausted, my skin is dried out, my lips are chapped and my hands feel like sandpaper.

The cats missed me. Daniel misplaced my house keys. The apartment is a mess and I have no energy to clean it up.

I’m going to bed. This has been the most frustrating 5 days of my life… this year.

I’ll be back to my old self in no time. It just might take a bit.

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Adventures in the Integris Healthcare System, part “hell, I don’t know!”

Well… my gallbladder decided to fuck with me now, and so on Thursday (January 14), I went back to the hospital in some intense pain, and found out I had multiple gallstones trying to do their thing in transiting from my gallbladder to my small intestines, and getting stuck in a duct in my pancreas, causing some inflammation and the previously mentioned intense pain.

I had some tests run, blood drawn, an ultrasound,  a CT scan and a specialized MRI done to find out how best to help me.

Then, I had a specialized endoscopy called an ETCP done to see if they could slightly enlarge the pancreatic duct so that the stones could finish their journey to the small intestines and out of my body. It must have worked because I’m now resting comfortably in a nice comfy hospital bed… and not the gurney in the ER where I spend my first night here (because there were no open beds on the third floor. It was pretty busy here Thursday afternoon).

I realized last night that this is the second trip to the hospital in the month of January in a row. I don’t plan on making a habit of it, trust me!

And it’s been almost 2 years since this whole “adventure” began 2 days after my 50th birthday?

Isn’t this FUN, ladies and gents?

Wait, don’t answer that…!

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Rest in Peace, Ziggy Stardust

Just as I was going to bed last night, I read that David Bowie had died.

I thought, c’mon, this has to be a hoax, right?

Wrong.

David Bowie really has died at age 69. He’d just released and new album, Blackstar, and celebrated his birthday on Friday (Jan. 8th).

He had been battling cancer for the last year and a half, and no one but his family knew! Perhaps that is why his death came as such a shock.

I won’t go into great detail about his career, because thousands of websites and media outlets have already done that. But who could ever forget Major Tom (Space Oddity), or Ziggy Stardust, or Aladdin Sane?

David Bowie was a one man master class on real, honest, good music. He was never boring, and reinvented himself again and again.

This is one of my favorite songs (among many. We’d be here all night if I posted videos for all my favorites):

Let me close by using this quote by Bowie:

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David Bowie- 1/8/1947- 1/10/2016

Rest in Peace.

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It’s official: I’m a complete klutz

Since the holidays, I have done the following:

Dec 20– I fell down one step and landed hard on my right side. It is, still, quite sore. I did the same thing three years ago (which was worse) shortly before I graduated from college.

Dec 23– I was getting off the bus, and instead of stepping out onto the sidewalk, I fell out of the bus on my ass. Had I not been wearing a coat, I would have torn up my elbow pretty good. Instead, only my pride hurt.

Today, Jan 4- I fell up the steps near my apartment. Again on my right side. But I just got up and walked to the bus stop.

Jeff joked that my medic alert bracelet was already in the mail.

What’s it going to say? “My mother is a clumsy bozo”?

This is getting ridiculous!

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I’m Stef and this is where it’s @ !~

Oh for the love of the deity of your choice!

Can’t a gal have an opinion about anything without all the whiners bitching and carping about it?

I made a comment today about a picture of a pregnant actress that she apparently had taken with her consent. She was wearing a bikini.

She’s noticeably pregnant, by the way.

Now, I’m not condemning her for the picture, but why is it that every celebrity who is with child has to have an obligatory baby bump in a bikini shot? I get it, she’s pregnant, she’s proud of it… but hardly the first and not the last celeb who will be pregnant. It gets tiresome after awhile.

This is where the whiners come in: I got some of the most vile, hateful comments from people. The one that pissed me off most was being called a bitter bitch, that I had a shitty opinion that doesn’t deserve to be heard, and she hoped my children would put me in a nursing home and forget me.

It pissed me off for about half a second, though. I honestly don’t care what this little girl thinks of me. I’m going to say what I’m going to say and if people like her don’t like it, too f’n bad. I don’t have time for other people’s drama and insecurities. If this sweet young thing thinks the world is all lollipops and rainbows, and that everyone should think like her, then she’s sadly mistaken.

And name calling? Really? What are you, 5 years old?

Personally, I liked it much better when celebs weren’t showing off their baby bumps in bikinis. Okay, you’re having a baby, congratulations! As if it’s not already apparent in their regular clothing. Maybe if I were in my 20s or 30s, and had a nice figure, maybe I’d do it, too.

Naaah…

I realize I was raised in an era where pregnancy was revered, and a young woman didn’t have show the world her growing belly in a  two piece bathing suit.

That era was called “before the internet”.

I kinda liked growing up “before the internet “. I did all my stupid stuff without having it splashed all over something called “social media”. The internet never forgets, you know.

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