Sheesh... what a week this has turned out to be...
On Wednesday, as I believe I mentioned already, Jessi had a doctor appointment to find out why she's been so sick lately. From her symptoms, the doctor (he's my doctor, too) thought she might have a stomach ulcer, and the Nexium he prescribed seemed to help by Thursday. But to be safe, he did take some blood to get a work-up done.
On Thursday morning, Jessi got a call from his office saying that her blood sugar was off the charts, for all intents and purposes... 432 was the number, way beyond normal. This seemed to be an indicator that she developed diabetes, and a follow-up appointment was made for today.
This time, I accompanied Jessi to the doctor. At 8, they took some blood again (she had to fast since about 8 Thursday night), then we got some coffee while waiting for the results. At 9, we saw the doctor again, and the blood sugar was down to about 97, at the upper end of normal, but normal nonetheless. The doc figured that the result from Wednesday must've been a lab error. We went home, and Jessi went off to work.
Things were calm for a bit after that. I went to the comic shop and picked up what had been held for me over the past five or six weeks (two issues of TEEN TITANS GO! and an issue of JUSTICE LEAGUE INTERNATIONAL -- both great reads, Issue #3 of INFINITE CRISIS, which I'll have to read again, maybe after re-reading #1 and #2, and post how I feel about that -- and the DAY OF VENGEANCE special, which was better than expected. Oh, and I also got CRISIS ON MULTIPLE EARTHS - THE TEAM-UPS, which is full of great stuff, and I'm almost through reading it, plus SHOWCASE PRESENTS JLA). I also talked to Gabi about her advertising in the newspaper again, with me being the guardian of the account, so that I'd be the only one to work on her ads. She was receptive to the idea, and after I got to work, I let the sales rep know, so the ball can start rolling on that.
On the way to work, I stopped at the grocery store and got some Diet Dew and a sandwich, since I hadn't had anything yet except coffee, and ate and drank and read some of the comics before going in to work.
Work was going fairly well -- I managed to stay fairly busy -- but Jessi called me with the news that she had to have an emergency ultrasound. Seems further testing indicated liver problems! I arranged to meet her for that appointment at my lunch break. However, things took so long that by the time we were done, there wasn't any point in going back to work -- I'll use some sick hours to cover the time away.
The results of the ultrasound were that she has severe gallstones... and as we learned later, she'll have to have her gall bladder removed.
But while we waited for that bit of news, we were both starving. Neither of us had eaten enough, so we ran out to Red Robin and pretty much gorged ourselves -- she had one of the Royal Red Robin burgers, I had the Sour Cream Ranch Chicken Burger -- and then went to Linens & Things.
Linens & Things was the next stop because Jessi's "adoptive parents" gave us a gift card to there for Christmas, and we'd been wanting to get slip covers for our couch and love seat (which were looking pretty bad). We found some denim ones that were on clearance, and the card covered most of that -- I paid for the rest as part of Jessi's birthday present, as she'd already told me that's what she really wanted from me more than anything else.
We got home, and I started putting the slip covers on the couch and love seat when she heard from the doctor.
So, Monday morning, we'll be meeting with the surgeon. I don't know when the surgery will be -- indications seem to be it'll happen sometime next week.
We were originally going to have Jessi's birthday party on Saturday, but that was put off until next Saturday due to her not feeling well. Given that she may be having surgery next week, it'll be rescheduled again for the following Saturday -- or two weeks from tomorrow.
So... a few results of all this:
1) Neither of us are likely to have a good Weight Watchers week, I'm afraid. We'll have to wait and see.
2) I am really, really fighting hard not to completely freak out about all this.
Some of you may not know the story of what happened to my wife, Barbara. She, too, had been experiencing abdominal pain for some time, but her doctor only did one test at a time... and her pain kept getting worse and worse. Finally, it got so bad, we took her to the emergency room, where they realized what was wrong (a sub-dermal necrosis -- like a flesh-eating virus), and rushed her into emergency surgery. I wasn't told much about what was going on, like how long the recovery would be, or anything, really. Barbara went into the ICU after that, and had more surgeries and other treatments, and didn't become conscious again for two or three weeks.
Barbara spent a total of four months in the hospital trying to recover from all this -- and she had been diagnosed with diabetes just before going into the hospital, plus she was very much overweight, and had other health issues, as well.
She finally came home after that four months... and a week to the day after she was back home, her heart and breathing stopped. Paramedics took so long to get there and get her heart and breathing restarted that there was permanent brain damage. Her body was alive, but she was gone. I knew her wishes were not to be kept alive via a machine if there was no quality of life, so after contacting our families, I had her taken off the respirator. Accompanied by my parents, my brother Jeff, and Barbara's sister Anne, we stood vigil at her bedside from Friday morning until Monday morning, when her body quit again.
Needless to say, it was the worst experience in my life... and one I don't wish to experience again in any way.
Thanks to all that, I have a severe distaste for hospitals... and trust issues with the medical profession. I've been in a hospital three times since then. The first was when this psycho woman I was dating thought she needed to go to the emergency room, and the wait was going to be so long she decided against it. The second was when I was up for the job I have, and I had to go to the hospital for the drug testing (and if I didn't want that job so badly, I would've passed for that reason alone). The last time was when I was in so much pain that Jessi took me to the emergency room.
And now, I'm looking at going to the hospital again, accompanying Jessi, for her surgery.
Like I said, I'm desperately trying not to freak out.
I'll admit it... I'm scared, and I know it's irrational. Gall bladder surgery is not that complicated, it's done thousands of times every day, and Jessi knows many people who've been through it with no problems.
Intellectually, I know it shouldn't be a problem. Emotionally... that's a whole other issue.
The stress I'm feeling is such that there's no way I can possibly quit smoking until the surgery is done, and she's recovered from it, and things are back to what passes for normal with us.
Jessi's biggest concern with all this is how we'll afford to pay for all this. That's the least of my worries, but it will be expensive -- her health insurance really sucks, and unfortunately, we can't hurry up and get married so she'll be on my much better health insurance, because this is now a pre-existing condition, and it wouldn't be covered anyway. I've wondered if maybe I should consider adding a PayPal tip link here, but I don't believe I have enough readers to make that worth while.
I'll try to post updates as we find out more information... but if at some point, there's another period of several days where I don't post anything, I hope you'll be patient with me.
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