Friday, December 13, 2013

I Had My Friday the 13th Yesterday.

I usually try to have something prepared for my scheduled days, but lately life has gotten in the way. Anyhow...I have a good excuse this time. Life really got in the way.  I know I've mentioned before about previous surgery I had in order to fulfill my life-long dream of becoming a runway model, *laughing out loud at the idea I'd ever stand a chance* but the reason reason I had my stomach stapled was to become a healthier person.  I was for a while, and even had an Oprah moment, where I fit into size 10 jeans.  Of course that was a fleeting moment.  I had to undo them so I could breathe.

Fast forward twenty-three years, and now I'm 68 and living on the same diet, day-after-day, and still manage to gain weight.  They didn't tell me that eventually my body would latch onto every calorie I consumer whether it be 12 or 2000.  It comes with the territory, and even though I treated the stapling as a tool and was much more active 20 years ago, it's very doubtful I'm going to become a jogger at my age. Like I told my husband...you have to look at the positives.  If I did jog, I might have been at the Boston Marathon and suffered some horrid injury from the bomb blast.  See, there are positives, sometimes, you just have to dig deep.

Since we are are visiting my mom and sister for the holidays, I felt compelled to eat some of my mother's awesome meatloaf. It's been an all-time favorite and I love it!  Sis gave me a choice of vegetables, and among them was my old-time favorite, brussel spouts.  Well...that was a bad choice... obviously.  After ten hours of vomiting and laying the bathroom floor, I woke my husband and asked him to take me to the ER.  Sometimes, food gets stuck in my distal esophagus.

I'm so happy I traveled from TN to Arizona to end up in the hospital that has no gastro doctor on staff.  Everyone was nice, but after donating enough blood to save a village, re-telling my amazing story about my gastroplasty fifty times, and peeing all over my hand while trying to find the opening of the urine sample jar, I met Dr. Serrano, a very handsome and nice doctor from Nigeria.  I'd been warned that he spoke very fast and I might have to ask him to repeat things, but my husband and he understood each other just fine.  Kelly can't hear me half the time, so I suppose I'm going to have to learn Nigerian and then convert my words to English and talk a mile-a-minute.  Not a big goal, huh?

Anyhow after a "swallow" test to show I had a blockage (the one I explained), I had  a dilation procedure,and ended up being intubated because those darn brussel spounts didn't pass thorough at all.  I repaid the doubting Thomas' by returning all that icky stuff they made me swallow.  So after six or so hours, I cam back "home" and slept the remainder of the day. I was up all night with a horrific headache and cough.  I feel and look like I've been through the wringer. I feel like I have pneumonia, but I'm assuming it's just because I'm lacking the oxygen they kept me on the entire time to keep my alarm silent. We flatlanders don't do good at these higher altitudes.

So...as I lay here, typing this, and thinking how the time is fast approaching Christmas.  I wanted to pop in and wish you all a very Happy Holiday, no matter your celebration, and let you know I'm still here and kicking.  I don't have many plans for today except a little on-line shopping and doing some extra coughing to try to clear my chest.  I just ate my first meal....yogurt with a little granola.  Yum...I'm right back on track...and I probably gained 25 pounds from the air and apple juice they gave me.  *lol*

Hope you have a wonderful day despite it being the 13th.  I figure I'm safe cause I'm not leaving this bed and I'm not going near another brussel spout for the rest of my life.

3 comments:

Roseanne Dowell said...

Poor Ginger, you are having a terrible time of it, aren't you? I feel so badly for you and yet through it all, you manage to keep your sense of humor. I can relate to the calories. I swear I look at food and gain weight. You take care and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas.

99f33b56-a148-11e1-a82e-000bcdcb5194 said...

Oh, Ginger, I feel for you. So sorry you had such a rough time of it. I hope you are feeling better and that the rest of your visit isn't quite so eventful. Enjoy Christmas with your family.

Julie Lence said...

OMG, Ginger! So sorry to hear what you went through, but happy you're feeling better.

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