Friday, January 9, 2009

*Insert Whine Here*

We interrupt this fascinating blog to let you know that I am sick.

Whatever it is began Sunday the 4th at 3 a.m. I woke in bed, sweating but freezing, with the worst abdomen pain ever, that radiated up to in between my breast. After several visits to the rest room, I eventually fell asleep at 5:30 a.m. and, when Isabel came in a 7 to ask for breakfast, I kindly referred her to her dad, who had fallen asleep downstairs playing a video game, oblivious to my pain.

I dragged myself out of bed at around 10:30, lest they think I was just being a slacker, and trudged downstairs, where David proceeded to tell me I looked horrible.

The rest of the day was spent in between the bathroom and random sections of the monster couch downstairs. Laying completely flat made me dizzy, so I tried to get comfortable sitting up on the couch. Chicken noodle soup and half a piece of toast was all I could do. David said in our 9 years together, he'd never seen me this bad.

Monday and I felt a bit better. No fever or chills, and so I went to work. The rest of the week was a constant parade to the bathroom, not for vomiting (which I never did), and difficulty sitting down (which Anna can attest to. TMI, huh?)

This afternoon, I was eating lunch with a co-worker. About 2 seconds after taking the last bite of a 6" chicken salad sub, I get this immense pressure below my breast bone; as if the sandwich was lodged there. I walked it off in the warehouse, but then called my doctor and thankfully, they squeezed me in for a 2:30 p.m. appointment.

I had blood work done and then, yay! Stool sample goodie bag! Per the nurse's instructions:

1) Place plastic wrap on the toilet.

*screeeeech* Put on the brakes.

Really?

Wow.

2) I get to put the "samples" in various shaped vials and tubes and return them on Monday.

3) I am to refrigerate them until Monday

I don't even know how to explain this one to the family. "No honey, I did NOT pack your lunch, put that down!"

The doc wants to see if I have a bacterial or viral infection and pin down which one. The increase in the stomach acids may have also led to the sandwich parts causing me intense indigestion.

So, think of me and my fridge on Sunday, 'k?

6 comments:

Lisa said...

Hello! I've been lurking and enjoying your blog, and I thought I stop and say hello. That and sorry you're not feeling well and have to store poo in your fridge! I'm not sure which is worse. :)

Hope you're feeling better soon.

Anna said...

**Please don't confuse it for fondant :) Feel better... oh and just for the record, you can never have too much TMI :)

Kaaren said...

Hi Lisa,

Thanks for visiting from Amy's blog, and for the well wishes. I can't even begin to tell you how skeeved I am at having to do the doo doo thing. :)

Hey Anna,

Ewwwwww. :P

Big Sis said...

WTF? I did not know you were sick. Let me know what happens.

Kellis said...

Hey, Are you ok? Did you get the results back yet???

Kaaren said...

They have not called me back Kellis. I am going to call about the labs tomorrow morning.

I am almost 100% now. Stomach acts up every once in a while.