Seems like just about the time I get going, something happens to knock me down. I started having excruciating abdomen pain and nausea. I just went to bed, thinking it was a stomach virus. But it got so bad, I had to go the ER. A scan determined there was a blockage of the intestine. Had I stayed at home, I may have been spinning clouds into silk about now.
I fought like hell , while an NG tube was thrust up my nose and down into my stomach. You medical types know it's a lousy way to spend your time. Doesn't feel so good either. Four days, I laid with that tube pumping my stomach. As if that weren't bad enough, my heart decided to have a party. I have A-Fib, and the trauma of everything caused those heart issues to resurface.
A week later, I am home, and resting. Tired. Weak. But I will get better. I have several Dr visits coming up. My cardiologist wants to do another workup on me, and I'll see my family Dr. this week. This issue had been going on for a while, and I was ignoring it. I was lucky this time.
Sewing? Probably not for a few days. But I can catch up on my blogs and magazines and books while I recuperate.
Pay attention to your pain. It's trying to tell you something.
1 week ago