Attack of the Rocks...Part 2

So, my last post was after surgery...never would have thought that it was just the beginning...not the end.

I've had pain on and off since the surgery, but brushed it off since it was controllable with motrin for the most part-I thought it was just part of recovery.

Sunday I started having a burning sensation in my abdomen.  Like heartburn, but not where you would expect heartburn to be.  And that lasted a few days.  Tuesday night I had really bad pain and ended up heading into the ER.  There they gave me a GI cocktail (ugh that was nasty) and some IV fluids.  They did an ultrasound but didn't see anything so they sent me home.  I was still sore, so I was taking advil and trying to sleep through the pain.

Thursday I woke up with a pain when I breathed.  I toughed it out most of the day but when the big boys left to go with their dads I lost my help, so I didn't last long.  I called the sitter to come and get the boys and went to the ER again.  I felt like this time, although they were busier than Tuesday, that they were taking me seriously.  I took another GI cocktail and soon after that the pain worsened.  That combined with an increase in my bilirubin made the doc come to the conclusion that something was going on whether it was a stone stuck in the duct or an issue with the muscle that opens and closes the duct.

I had an endoscopy done yesterday which found a stone lodged in the duct.  They used a balloon to sweep it out and checked to make sure there was nothing else hiding there (there isn't...cross your fingers it stays that way).  I had one last dose of pain meds yesterday after the endoscopy was done and while I'm still a bit sore here and there, I'm feeling sooo much better.  It's amazing that something so small could cause so much trouble.

Anyways, that's the story of the attack of the Rocks.  Part 2.

The rocks are gone...

The goober this it's pretty funny that I had "rocks" in my tummy.  It was the easiest way to explain it to Sweet Nut and Cute Boy.

Surgery was this morning.  They took me into the OR around 10:40.  I remember switching from the transport bed to the operating table.  They then wrapped my left arm in the sheet under me and kind of tucked it in so it wasn't in the way.  The nurse anesthesiologist kept telling me to put my chin up and I keep putting it down (I was getting the gas by this time and he had put 2 syringes of meds in my iv line on the way to the OR)  He then said the other down and I put it up :D.  That's the last thing I remember until I heard someone keep calling my name and telling me to wake up.

I'm getting over a cold so I had to cough a few times while I was in recovery...that was not fun.  But then they put me on a low dose of oxygen and it's been drying my post nasal drip so I haven't coughed since.  They're letting me keep the oxygen as long as I want.  I figure it's better than more meds at this point.

And my mom and I had a good laugh...as you walk into the ambulatory surgery unit here at the hospital...first thing you see before you get through the entryway is a soda machine and a snack machine.  We joked it was one last bit of torture before you went in, since you can't eat after midnight.  The nurse I had in OR prep said that people complain all the time.

The nurses here have been awesome.  I should be going home sometime tomorrow.  The Goobers will be home on Sunday after the Chef gets home from work.  

And Cute Boy will be thrilled that the rocks are gone.  I've been getting yelled at all week for "eating rocks"  He was so cute about it I couldn't correct him, LOL.