No More Tubes

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.