Sunday, May 24, 2009

I Learned As A Child Not to Trust In My Body, and That Was Truly The Biggest Heartbreak of All*

In spite of the fact that I have some very serious things to worry about and things that I would like to be doing either to further the efforts to find my missing cousin, or at least distract myself from the fact that she is still body, traitor that it is, is making most efforts impossible.

Still aching from surgery, I had about 48 hours last week wherein I did NOT feel like I was going to die. I started to feel, I don't know, what's the word? Better? Less awful? I called my office. I called some clients. I typed emails to my assistant for her to send to clients. I was thinking that going back to work next Wednesday was actually within the realm of possibility.

And then Thursday came and by bedtime I was beginning to feel extremely ACHY. And TWITCHY. And I kept feeling like I had to pee. (Sorry if this is TMI). Except that I really didn't have to pee. And I couldn't lie down on my stomach because it felt like someone was stabbing me.

At 4:30 in the morning I paged my doctor's office, because I had been (again, TMI) peeing every 3 minutes for four and half hours.

Oh, and ALSO? I had the distinct impression that Freddy Krueger was INSIDE MY PELVIS trying to CLAW HIS WAY OUT.

Anyway, the nice doctor who called me back was not my doctor, but one of his partners whom I have never seen. I explained to him that I was clearly dying. And he said, "I think a more likely scenario is that you have a bladder infection ~ which is pretty common after a hysterectomy. So I will call the pharmacy so that you can have some antibiotics for that? Okay?"

Oh, okay. Probably not dying, then?

He called the 24 hour pharmacy and drugs were obtained, although he warned me it would be about a day before the antibiotic kicked in.

Friday passed in a blur of feverish chills and painful twitching misery and the consumption of cranberry juice and lemonade.

Around 11:00 PM on Friday, I began to feel that I no longer had a fictional serial killer in my pelvis. I slept. I sucked up sleep like a heroin addict sucks up...well, heroin, I guess. I slept for eleven hours, broken up only by two short potty breaks.

Saturday, I felt a bit better. Not great, but not wretched. Fever gone. THEN, Saturday evening, the Freddy Krueger feeling began again. And again with the marathon peeing.

This morning I paged the doctor's office again, explained the situation to another of my doctor's partners (this one a man who looks like he should be on the cover of GQ and therefore far too pretty, in my opinion, for me to have ever actually made an appointment with within this practice. I kind of think that there are some men who are too pretty to be ob-gyns.) (It's possible no one should listen to me right now. I have lots of drugs in my system and it's possible my brain has been fried by fever and boredom.)

Anyway, HE felt that a different antibiotic might be in order. Which Husband has now obtained for me. And six hours later I am feeling someone hopeful that it will be effective at keeping Freddy Krueger at bay.

The worst part is that I am still achy from the surgery and I cannot stand to put any pants on (there I go again with the TMI). Not even my loosest shorts. Not even my pajama pants. I have been living in nightgowns and swimsuit cover-ups for 12 days. I am bit worried about this, as I cannot possibly practice law in a white nightgown covered with lady bugs, or a black thigh length swim just won't do!

Sorry to be a pain and complain and complain.

And if you are the praying sort, please keep praying that Kelsey will be found.


*Bruce Cockburn, The Last Night of the World


Blogger Laura said...

Ugh. I'm SO sorry. That is just adding insult to injury - as if the surgery and recovery weren't bad enough. Bladder infections are hell. It's weird...until you have one, you don't know how bad they are. They are MISERABLE. I had chronic bladder infections for about two years - one or two a month. Sometimes, they'd turn into kidney infections. They just plain suck. I'm glad they found antibiotics that worked for you and I hope it doesn't come back. Did you try Uristat for the pain (it's OTC)? Sometimes it helps a little while the you wait for the antibiotics to kick in.

Sunday, May 24, 2009 11:49:00 PM  
Blogger kj said...

Re: Clothing. It looks like it's time to become a judge! I mean, no ladybugs on the outfits, but still. And I hear they're looking for someone in the Supreme Court nowadays.

More seriously, we all hope you feel better soon.


Monday, May 25, 2009 8:48:00 AM  
Blogger Debbie said...

Oh dear me, you are in the wars aren't you? I hope you feel better soon. Also I hope that your young cousin will be found safe and well. What a terrible time for you all.


PS : I have put a friend request into you on FB!

Monday, May 25, 2009 12:28:00 PM  
Anonymous Nicki said...

Oh man, what a mess. I hope this round does the trick for good! You poor thing. As for the pain, when my mom had her abdominal surgery she pretty much lived in loose-fitting t-shirt type dresses. Ugly, yes, but functional, slightly better than a swimsuit cover up.

I'll keep praying for your cousin. Very scary situation.

Monday, May 25, 2009 12:36:00 PM  
Blogger mam said...

Ha, I think KJ's right -- a judgship for you, if only for the less restrictive wardrobe! You'll never have to take off your PJs again!

Oy. Hope you're feeling better soon with this second round of antibiotics.

Monday, May 25, 2009 4:18:00 PM  
OpenID mrsbroccoliguy said...

Oh you poor thing. It is extremely rude for Freddy Krueger to torment you like that. Hope the new and improved drugs send him away for good.
And praying for your cousin to be found, like, this very minute.

Monday, May 25, 2009 5:41:00 PM  
Blogger Terynn said...

I am sorry to hear of your interrupted, impolite recovery process. Not at all pleasant. Feel better soon (and hahaha to KJ about the judges' robes).

Still in prayer about Kelsey. The most awful thing...

Tuesday, May 26, 2009 1:05:00 AM  

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