Thanks for all of your prayers, you guys. I am hanging in there and drinking more than I’ve ever wanted to drink in my life. The pain meds are really the only way I’ve been able to be up to try and love on Ella a little bit. I also feel like I could take time to let you know how it has all gone down, so while the pain meds are working, I think I can sit here and type.
As I mentioned earlier, I am being taken care of. Wenda, our Senior Pastor’s wife, nurse, and already a good friend, took me Urgent Care on Saturday morning after one of the worst nights of my life. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around what was happening to me at that point (and I have more pain now than I did then). It was almost like labor pains, but in a weird place. While at the doctor, my symptoms got worse–kidney pain that wrapped around and down the right side under my ribcage to my bladder. I think the only thing that kept me sane in the office was the fact that I could hear Ella saying hi to every person who walked by her in the waiting room (three or four times to each person according to Wenda). Wenda had to drive us home then she went back to the pharmacy to get my meds and cranberry juice, and then offered to even take Ella home with her so that I could fall asleep if the meds knocked me out. I told her I thought I could be fine until Ella’s naptime in an hour, so she said she’d come back in that hour to work out in the flower beds behind our house (she used to live here so she is transplanting all the flowers for the winter and will bring back the ones we want when we’ve re-tilled and all that jazz). Wenda only lives 5 min. away so I knew I could call her if I felt worse. In fact, when I called her at 7 on Saturday, she heard the tears in my voice and said she was coming over right then. All I could do was cry. So, when she did return she brought her daughter, Allison, with her ( a teen that loves to hang out with me and Ella and vice versa). They told me to rest and that when Ella woke up Allison would hear her and get her up. That’s exactly what happened. Wow–talk about BLESSINGS! Wenda’s husband picked Stevan up at the airport for us, too.
So, this pain has been maintained by vicadin (sp?). I threw up at one point, but my nurse friend, Natalie–who took care of me and Ella all Sunday morning during church and Sunday evening during youth, told me it was probably from the meds. So, when she came Sunday night for her second shift with us, she brought me crackers to eat as I took the pain meds and we also decided that instead of taking two Vicodin every 6 hrs, that 1 every 4 would be better and then also adding some Ibuprofin 2hrs. after the Vic to keep something going when the other would be wearing off–wow–nurse friends are highly beneficial. Natalie played with Ella all day and all evening. She even brought me a heating pad, more kinds of juice, and put some frozen meals in the freezer for us. Again…God is taking care of us in some wonderful ways despite this excruciating pain.
I have a doctor’s appt. today at 3:15 so please pray for some results (like an x-ray or something).
