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Well, that may go down on the list of "worst nights ever" at the number three spot. To give you a sense of scale...

Coming in at Number 1 (as in "the worst") would be collapsing on Runestone Hill in so much pain that the only, the ONLY possible response was to scream. And cry. And scream. Rhiannon flew up Runestone to Chirugeons, and Kyle of Clan Kyle (who was many things, but a competent chirugeons was one of them and while the good he did does not mitigate the bad, I don't want anyone to forget there was some good), who thought I was having a bad trip, called Portersville Ambulance to come and take me to Butler. They took me to Butler Memorial Hospital, where they waited until the alcohol in my system reached a low enough level, then shot me full of Demerol, upon which instant the phrase "Demerol is my friend" entered my vocabulary. We got home around dawn.

Coming in at Number 2 is the night I hemorrhaged so badly that Morguhn and Rowan had to drive me through a snowstorm to the hospital. It was back in the bad old days when my uterus was trying to kill me, and after I picked myself up from the floor from being unconscious, and drenched in blood, I staggered up the stairs to Morguhn's room, woke him and Ro up, and we talked. They called my doctor, who had us come to the hospital. They wanted to give me two units of blood. Then they tried to talk me into one unit. I asked Morguhn what he thought, but, well, for someone who wanted to be a doctor he was pretty useless in that situation. So I said no, they admitted me. I don't remember if it was one or two days--blood loss affects the brain. This only comes in at number two because bleeding to death is strangely peaceful, whereas nerve pain is excruciating. I long ago accepted that I'm one of those who would do just about anything to make extreme pain stop. Not strong. No apologies.

Which brings us to Number 3,


My body is less than steel-like. It's more like glass. Incredibly strong in some applications, fragile in others. Food is not my friend. Yesterday, using very wholesome ingredients, I made three meals for myself: steel cut oatmeal; a tuna salad sandwich with a Hobgoblin ale; and roasted pumpkin and apple soup--in which our heroine chopped and peeled said pumpkins and apples herself. I also had a cup of coffee in there, and a slice of cranberry orange bread. All, good things, made with high quality ingredients and no additives, just like usual.

Sometime after dinner (the soup), I started to feel a little bloated, but thought nothing of it. Went up to bed. After an hour I started feeling really uncomfortable in that "Yup, can't fall asleep with this one--going to have to go downstairs and use the loo." And that's when it began. Over the next three hours I spent an inordinate amount of time in that little room. Very "active" time. On what turned out to be the penultimate visit, I started to feel a little light headed, but at that point I'd put it down to having been up for about 22 hours straight and having really eaten very little the day before. I waited until the dizziness passed, and headed upstairs.

I made it up the stairs, across the landing, and into my bedroom. (We are now in the "reconstruction from the evidence" phase of our telling) I was turning, with my hand on the doorknob to close the door, when it happened. I remember my elbow hitting the floor hard, then nothing.

When I came to, and began to assess where and how I was, I realized that I was laying on my back with my upper body being cradled by a now fallen stack of books. My right arm was being supported by a laundry basket, and my left leg was draped none-too-elegantly over a bag of unwrapped Christmas presents. Once I'd done the assessment, because I'm weird that way, my thought was, "Don't let the CSIs find me like this." Except I couldn't move. I didn't have the energy or strength. So I just lied there for awhile.

Finally, I felt like I had muscle control enough to get up, so I staggered to my bed. That lasted about half an hour when, you guessed it, going back downstairs became an imperative action. I had enough time grace to detour through the living room to get my glass, and fill it, before, well, business. You see, it had occurred to me that since I wasn't bleeding to death that the similarity in the night's adventures to previous entry on the list might have to do with blood volume. So, I drank. I was still a bit shaky, so I sort of fell towards the living room and collapsed onto the loveseat, and let the water make its way from my stomach into my system. I couldn't drink much at a time, or started to get nauseous, but after about 40 minutes, I headed upstairs, bringing a second glass of water with me (well, I'd had to use the room again, so why the hell not?)

I drank half the water, and fell asleep. Ro got up about 2 hours later and found the note I'd sent her on FB (my Nook is next to my bed, and the message read "Not doing well. Please check on me, and bring a glass of water.")since I know she checks it while drinking her morning coffee. Staying upright to scrawl a note at the table had NOT been an option. She did. And agreed that I'd probably passed out from dehydration.

Which brings us to today. I need to go to campus to get papers to grade, but otherwise I think all the plans I had are shelved until I don't feel quite so wobbly on my pins. And, except for the oatmeal, I think the leftovers from yesterday are going into the freezer, or elsewhere, to be someone else's issue. My suspicion is that my old sensitivity to tuna and beef is back. Or it could be that there was just too much roughage in the soup, between the apples and pumpkin, for my body's comfort, since I had a more mild occasion of the same sort a couple of weeks ago when I had both baked squash and applesauce. But, I'm taking no chances, and assuming both played a role. So it's a drink lots of fluids and eat clear soup day for me. And maybe I'll pick up a banana. I hate bananas.

By the way--the soup was delicious.



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Dec. 10th, 2012 11:37 am (UTC)
Hey, you made new friends on night #1, at least.

Dec. 10th, 2012 11:39 am (UTC)
Dec. 10th, 2012 11:38 am (UTC)
Have you followed up with a doctor about last night? In my universe, that would have made my "You get ALS" pinger, ping.

No, not the dog. ;)

Dec. 10th, 2012 11:44 am (UTC)

Actually, I never considered contacting the Dr. I have digestive issue of this sort fairly often, though never this extreme (I did, in one of my black humor moments, think that the pumpkin soup is much more pleasant to consume than the meds they give as part of colostomy prep--and more effective. I passed out laying on the prep stretcher for that, too).

My dad had similar issues, and my mother had the opposite, so I tend to swing between the two. Not comfy, but it's been true since I was a kid. Given all that back story, should I call the doc?

So what is ALS (other than the neurological disease).

Edited at 2012-12-10 03:45 pm (UTC)
Dec. 10th, 2012 12:25 pm (UTC)
ALS: Advanced Life Support for fluids, and a cardiac monitor, at least. It means that someone is watching your stats for you, you're not going through this unsupervised. If your insurance covers all this, then there's no reason not to go for it.

Dec. 10th, 2012 11:47 am (UTC)
Boy. I am sorry and hope clear soup does it. Feel better soon.
Dec. 10th, 2012 12:02 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you are feeling better enough to let us know what happened. We love you and want you to be healthy and safe! I think any time you pass out cold, you should at least let the doctor know about it. I'll be worrying for you, so you can let some of that part of the recovery go, 'k?
Dec. 10th, 2012 12:26 pm (UTC)
I am sorry to hear your body's decided to take the control cover off the "overload" switch :( I know there's SFA I can do to help from here, but I send warm, squishy hugs from here, and a comment that you were much in my thoughts this weekend (in ways that were anecdotally quite funny at times, and you can perhaps thank Katie and Ro for talking me out of acting on any of them over dinner on Saturday :)
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Dec. 11th, 2012 08:17 pm (UTC)
I remember morguhn telling hamish and i about night #2 cuz that was during the reign....and i agree with hawk, involuntary and/ or unexplained loss of consciousness is at least a call to the doc. Do you know how long you were out. It its more than a minute its ambulance time.
Dec. 12th, 2012 05:29 pm (UTC)
Adding my voice to the chorus of "I love you, please go see your doctor"... A suggestion from many years of Crohn's, and much time spent dehydrating in the little room... You may find that Pedialyte may sit better in your system than Gatorade does. Less sugar, which can mean less diarrhea. I hope things improve...
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