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Further Proof that Life is Never Boring at Chez Cohen - Karen's Musings
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Further Proof that Life is Never Boring at Chez Cohen
I've been feeling pretty awful, as I intimated in my post the other day. High fever and abdominal pain topped the charts on the ick factors most of the week. Tuesday I was so frustrated with it, I went to my internist who was also puzzled. Since I was scheduled for an endoscopy on Wednesday anyway, my GP faxed over my lab results to the GI doc, since they indicated elevated liver enzymes, among other things. The GI doc did the endoscopy and found that my stomach was in pretty bad shape, so he changed the PPI I'm taking and increased the dose significantly. But that still left the mystery of the liver enzymes, severe abdominal pain and fever. "Well, I think you have gall stones" he said. "But I don't have a gallbladder" I said at the same time that Seth said, "But she doesn't have a gallbladder!" Turns out, it doesn't matter. You can get gallstones even after a cholecystectomy, and although I find this to be entirely unfair, it doesn't negate the facts. He scheduled an MRI for me for the next day and said depending on the results of the MRI I would either need to have an emergency procedure on Friday or we'd have to talk about next steps. He prescribed me percocet for pain, noting that there was no possibility that codeine would cut it for that level of pain (have I mentioned that I love my gastroenterologist?)

I never made it to the scheduled MRI, because Wednesday night the percocet wasn't cutting it. Six pills in six hours and I was still sobbing and screaming in pain. My husband told me to go to the ER but I stubbornly said no way no how. By 11pm, I had conceded. I put some things together, defrosted some frozen breastmilk for Tobie, and had a neighbor take me to the hospital. I was admitted to the ER just around midnight, but didn't get a bed until 1am. And then I laid in bed sobbing until Seth called the charge nurse at 2am and demanded that SOMEONE see me, because I hadn't so much as had a nurse say boo to me. The nurse told him I couldn't have pain medicine until the doctor saw me, and he was with other patients ahead of me. Obviously we knew this, the question was how long until a nurse, at the very least, checks in on me. Finally around 2:30 I got seen, and shortly thereafter, Seth arrived at the ER (my mother came to stay with the kids at the house so he could come help advocate for me). I got Dilaudid shortly thereafter and things started looking up. The ER doc was planning to send me home (and what on earth would I have done once the dilaudid wore off?), but my GI Doc had them admit me. The hospitalist who admitted me kept telling me it couldn't possibly be a gallstone because my bilirubin was not elevated, but I didn't know her from anyone, and I was more willing to trust my GI doc's opinion, even at 4am over the phone.

Once I was admitted, I asked for a breast pump. When the shift changed at 7am, I asked again for a breast pump. I acquired a breast pump at 11:30am only after having contacted a friend who is a lactation consultant at the hospital - *she* is the one that made sure I got one. I find this wholly unacceptable, but fortunately, I've got friends in high places (hah!), so I know who to send the letters to, and they're already written. Meanwhile, I was still in the ER waiting for an inpatient bed to open up, which didn't happen until 3:30pm. The only plus side was that I got frequent visits from the Dilaudid fairy throughout the day.

Dilaudid, at least, cut my pain down to something manageable, but it had curious side effects. Like all narcotics, it can be sedating, it can make a patient itch, it can cause or exacerbate nausea. Turns out, it can also cause hallucinations - in my case both visual and auditory hallucinations. I kept hearing snippets of music out of the corner of my ear, but if I turned toward the sound it was gone in an instant. One day, I watched a tiny little bug crawl on the bathroom tile. Suddenly the tile pattern was swirling all around it in a psychedelic freakish way. Then the pattern morphed and then the tiny bug (I swear, I'm shocked i could even see it, it was teeney!) morphed into an ant and then a, I dunno, something bigger than an ant and then a giant spider and the swirls kept happening and suddenly I said, "Don't be stupid, Karen, this isn't real!" and it was gone - vanished as if it had never existed (which, obviously, it hadn't!). Sometimes I would hear voices, or see people in front of me who weren't there. For the life of me I can't figure out why someone would WANT to have these feelings, hallucinations, sensations. There's nothing pleasant about it, though I've heard that people actually get addicted to this stuff. Yuck!

So Dilaudid aside, while I was in the hospital, I did get that MRI that I had been hoping to get as an outpatient, and it showed that the common bile duct was significantly swollen/inflamed, though they didn't see a stone per se (they hadn't used a contrast dye in the MRI, so it would have been a long shot to visualize it). I was scheduled for a procedure the next day to take a look, remove the stone, if any, and to enlarge the opening to the common bile duct so that it wouldn't get obstructed by any future stones. At least I knew that all the pain and misery wasn't just in my head. There was actually something I could point to. And wouldn't it be a bonus if it turned out that this was the whole reason behind the continued nausea and vomiting? I was eager for the procedure to be over with so I could find out if there would be relief at last. I was scheduled for Friday afternoon and had hoped to be allowed to go home by Shabbos.

The procedure was supposed to be done under light anesthesia, but because nothing is ever simple in KarenLand, and I was only 7 weeks post partum, they had to intubate me and do full anesthesia because the risk of aspiration was too high. (Turned out they were right to do so - apparently I threw up a bunch of times during and immediately after the surgery) This meant I'd be staying at least one more night. Not shockingly, my GI Doc was right - there was a stone, which he removed, and then widened the opening to the duct so that it wouldn't get obstructed in the future. The doc said my pain should get better in about 24 hours.

Unfortunately, the nausea/vomiting hasn't gotten any better and I'm still in a fair bit of pain. Hopefully, the nausea is related to the stomach issues discovered at the original endoscopy that started this whole saga and fixing the stomach problems will be the answer. But since it was still an issue, my doc wasn't fully comfortable sending me home Saturday, so we waited until Sunday to see if my pain would go down and if I could eat anything. Seth brought Tobie to me Saturday night so I could see her and feed her and that was the first time I'd seen her since Wednesday. Finally, Sunday morning I was allowed home.

I'm seeing my doc this afternoon to talk about next steps, but mostly, I just want to sleep. I feel like I haven't slept in days, even though pretty much all I *did* was sleep while I was in the hospital!


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real_bethy From: real_bethy Date: June 21st, 2010 06:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
My heart just aches that you are going through all this suffering. I hope that you start feeling better really, really soon and that you never get sick ever again!!!
eyelid From: eyelid Date: June 21st, 2010 07:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
wow. It definitely never IS simple with you!

I hope that now things will start looking up.
From: jadesymb Date: June 21st, 2010 07:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
goodness, you just can't catch a break.


Hope you are on the mend now!
lynsaurus From: lynsaurus Date: June 21st, 2010 08:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
Best wishes and good luck for wrapping up your exciting adventures and having some boring time at home.
yeishlitikvah From: yeishlitikvah Date: June 21st, 2010 08:07 pm (UTC) (Link)

Further Proof that Life is Never Boring at Chez Cohen

Refuah shelaima
cellio From: cellio Date: June 22nd, 2010 02:18 am (UTC) (Link)
Ack! I'm so sorry. I hope you're back to health real soon now.
hap_e From: hap_e Date: June 22nd, 2010 04:25 am (UTC) (Link)
Stay strong!
I'm thinking and praying for you....
I don't know how you and Seth do it with 5(!!!) kids when I can barely seem to manage 3.

Get well!

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