Happy STINKIN Birthday to me.....

Ok, so contrary to the title of this blog, though I had some ups and downs, my birthday was pretty good. I bought dinner for everyone, got a few good cards from Mom and Dad, Dave bought me my purse, birthday wishes from other family members, and I ended the night really high on Morphine's "Big Brother". Yes, yours truely ended up in the ER last night for a few hours, and I was MISERABLE.
Why was I there do you ask??? Shortly after 8pm, when all my guests went home for the night, I began getting sharp, unbearable pains in my right side that went from front to back, and got so intense that I began throwing everything, even water, up. Dave thought it could be indigestion, I told him it wasn't, that it was much worse and I thought I needed to see a doctor. He immediately got the Van warming up, got me in it, and we headed off to the ER. I began throwing up on my way there (thank goodness I had some GOOD Gold Canyon Candle bags!) because the pain began getting worse, and by the time I got there, I felt sooooo weak and hurt soooo bad.
I tossed the barf bag in the trash as we entered the ER, and while I was checking in, I had to sit down. The receptionist knew I was in extreme agony, hurried me through admittance, then another barf bag later, I was escorted back. Dave was a trooper the whole time. Because the pain was abdominal, they asked for a urine sample. Now I know EVERYONE just loves to pee in a cup, but the most I could do was MAYBE 10 drops. This being a bad result, they hooked me up to an IV, and then added anti-vomit meds, and my new favorite, Morphine's Big Brother. (I can't remember the name of it as I was pretty dang messed up.)
Aside from the numerous MASSIVE needle STABS (everytime she poked me the vein either collapsed or moved.), the constant barfing (went through 3 barf bags while I was there.) and always freezing, I was a happy camper with drugs on board. Shortly after my drugs kicked in, I got drowzy and couldn't keep my eyes open. After a while, they woke me up to do a cat scan, during this scan, I kept drifting in and out of concienceness. I was supposed to take a deep breath and hold it while the scan was running, then a calm soothing woman's voice would tell me to exhale. Because how soothing she was, I don't know how many times this was done, her voice put me back to sleep. I barely remember being placed back in my room, and asking for more blankets. By this time, the vomiting quit (there wasn't much left to come back up.) along with the dry heaves. I asked for a little more drugs as the pain was coming back a little more intense-that's the last thing I remember.
I would BARELY wake up when the doc came in to check on me, can't remember what was said but I was answering her questions. She told me I was not pregnant (DUH, I could have told her that.) but said that I have a kidney stone. Yippee, more peeing in a cup until the stone passes, lucky me. Still being pretty drunk, they gave me a cup with a screen at the bottom to pee in until I pass the stone, a prescription for pain meds, and one to stop the barfing. I was told to drink LOTS of fluids, and talk to a urologist next week. LUCKY ME!!!
I drank a bottle of orange juice when I got home, and it took seconds before I was out. This morning, I am a little sore. (Guess the good stuff is wearing off!) and peed in my little cup-what a challenge. My goal today is to drink NOTHING but water, and take it easy on things I eat. I'm still a bit hung over but it's good. Today when they open, I'm going to get my prescriptions filled at COSTCO, and pick up more water. I will keep everyone posted on my condition as it progresses. Thanks for everyone's love and concern, it's greatly appreciated.