So, I had my ERCP/surgery on Friday at the Mayo Hospital and they let me go home on Saturday (my birthday). It seemed like a miracle cure! For the first time in 4 1/2 years, I was not nauseated! I even ate some cheesecake for my birthday that day and had no ill effects. I was thrilled! I was finally cured!
You'll notice the term "was". On Monday, I slept in and then took my son to pick out his birthday present. (It was a bike.) In the early afternoon, I took three kids to get fillings and two to get their braces tightened. I was extremely tired; weary in my bones. I went home and slept soundly for three hours. I picked up some pizza for the kids, but didn't feel like eating anything myself. I still felt very exhausted and achy. I took a hot bath and just soaked. Almost immediately after getting out, I was seized by gut-wrenching pains that were so severe I literally fell to the floor. They were so severe, that I could not remember them being so bad before. My daughter called the ambulance and I was vaguely aware that some of my other children were awake and witnessed this attack. I guess my one son started to hyperventilate and my daughter had to treat him for shock. (They told me this later.) As soon as I got on the ambulance, they drew blood and this was the blood sent to the lab. Needless to say, my levels were fine at the time. They had not had the usual wait time it takes for them to skyrocket. After a CT scan and being there all night, I was sent home a little after 7:00 a.m. I went to work. That was one of the stupidest things I have ever done. I had to take percocet several times just to make it through the day. I dropped on my classroom floor (which is very cold, I discovered) and slept through lunch. Even with the percocet, I was still hurting. The nausea came back with a vengence as well. I came home early and crashed for a couple of hours. My son woke me up because it's his birthday and I took them to Taco Bell. I ate a tortilla with cheese. That was all I could handle. Then the pain got worse. We came home and I took yet MORE percocet and we (well the kids) had cake and he opened his presents. Then I soaked in a hot tub with my friend/enemy percocet kicking in to dull the pain. Now I'm here. The pain is still pretty bad, even with the percocet. I am going to bed with a heating pad and try to make it through another long, painful night. I don't know how much more of this I can take before I do something bad.
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