Road to Recovery

So yes I am weak. In more ways than one I discovered this week. A disclaimer before I go any further. This could make some people a little squeamish so if you don’t want to know about lady parts STOP READING. I will keep it as tasteful as possible I promise.

So our crazy weekend that I wrote about previously turned in to a very bizarre week from hell. Thursday I went back to work feeling pretty good. I felt like I was getting over whatever had been making me feel sick to my stomach the last few days. All morning I had meetings at work and then I had to run across the street for just a few minutes for a doctor’s appointment. Last year I had an IUD put in for birth control. It is a small intrauterine device that was really painful to put in but I was assured would be very easy and not painful to remove.

Well that ‘not painful’ line was a total crock. I screamed when she pulled it out and then started crying. This concerned her so she wanted to run a bunch of tests but wanted to conference an OBGYN in on this since she has never seen anyone have any pain when removing an IUD. I had to go back to work, which is right across the street, so she gave me a shot of pain killers and I told her to call me when she figured out what she wanted me to do.

As I was leaving I get a text from my friend Amanda (whom I mentioned in my last blog entry as my friend who is having marital problems with her husband Jim). The text says that she needs Georges help to ‘go get Jim’. Since I have not spoken to them since she moved out on Tuesday night I had no idea what was going on. So I called her and she explained that the night she went home Jim had gotten very drunk on an entire bottle of Scotch. His friends called 911 and the EMTs placed him in the county detox which is where he has been since Tuesday night.

I was frazzled so I called George and asked him to just handle it which he did. When I got back to work my doctor called. I had her on speaker phone and all of my coworkers were standing around my desk as they could see that something was wrong. My doctor, who is quite a bossy and blunt person, proceeds to tell me that I need to come back right now for another pelvic exam, then I need to go over the urgent care for blood work and ultrasounds. She then says “you will just have to tell your boss that this is more important and they will have to live without you”. My coworkers took a vote and decided that they do not like how bossy she is and they say I needs to get a new doctor.

I got back over and she tells me that when she removed the IUD she thinks she ripped one of my lady parts. She also thinks that I have some sort of infection from the IUD along with an ovarian cyst which I have a history of. She then tells me that if this infection has moved from my uterus to my tubes that she is going to admit me to the hospital for intravenous antibiotics for a couple of days. If the infection is not gotten under control I might need a hysterectomy. Great.

Long story short she was right about ALL of it other than the tubes. So she had me go down to oncology and get antibiotics administered through an IV the next day but she said I did not need to be admitted. So for the rip and the cyst she loaded me up on painkillers. So now I have enough drugs to take down a horse running through me.

In the meantime I am trying to keep George in the loop who is freaked out that I might need to go in to the hospital. When I finally get home I get a phone call from Jim who is out of detox and wants to know if he cans stay with us just for one night. Once again being the caretaker (sucker) that I am I could not say no. So I told him that under no circumstances could he drink while he was here and it would only be for ONE NIGHT. He agreed.

So he came over and George and I did our best to counsel him on how to better handle this situation. This involved a little tough love but I think it was good. Hopefully they can both learn how to function as healthy adults so they can be there for their son.

Then Amanda showed up so Jim could see their son while she went shopping. When she came back she hung out for a while and then Sophia came home. Sophia was very confused as to why they were all here as she had not been updated on the situation. Then my friend Aimee texts me and asks if she can hang out for a while. I said ‘sure! What is one more person in the nut house?!’

The next day Jim left and we have not heard from him since. We wish them both well and hope they can figure out what makes each of them happy.

And now I am lying around trying to keep any food down as the meds make me feel sick. But on a brighter happier note I have caught up on a lot of TV. And I get to go back to work tomorrow. I need another vacation!