I’m not hurting that much, so I haven’t taken a pain pill. However, I am still VERY sleepy. Unfortunately, as the only adult in the house, I *can’t* take a pain pill – so the lack of pain is actually a good thing.
How the hell am I supposed to drink 8-10 glasses of water/fluids when I can’t stand the taste of anything? ESPECIALLY water.
Mom asked me why in the world I thought I had ruptured my spleen. Thought I’d address that here as well. First of all – I wasn’t thinking clearly. The PAIN was doing a lot of thinking for me, and it said to curl up in a ball on the floor.
Dan and I play “jump on Mommy” on the airbed. I lay down on the bed (usually face down) and he pounces/lands on my back. I like to think of it as the poor woman’s deep-tissue massage. At any rate, I rolled over to tell him to stop jumping, and he landed HARD on my belly. Apparently he wanted the last jump to be a doozy.
Now that I think about it, the jumping may have contributed to getting the stone to move at all. Thanks, son!
And I didn’t mention my experience with CNA Wretched. I would call her Ratchet, but I didn’t want to insult her (Ratchet, that is.) This woman walked in, said “I’m going to take out your IV”, and then proceeded to do what nobody has been able to do to date: leave a bruise. Y’know how you’re sposed to pull the IV needle out straight back? She didn’t do that – she pulled to the side. Yes, I know the needles are flexible now but DAMN there’s no need to cause more pain than you have to.
And then if that weren’t bad enough….she tapes the gauze to my arm and says I can get dressed. I get my pants on and feel something on my arm. Look down, and realize the vein is spurting. Stupid bitch didn’t put the tape down tight enough, apparently. Hold the gauze with one hand, hit the “call nurse” button with my toe, and yell for help. The RN came in with the CNA not far behind. Stand there with my dripping arm, waiting while they glove up…and the only thing that was said was “Well, at least we know it was a good vein!”
Tee freakin hee.
At least I didn’t get any blood on my favorite sweater.