First off, for those of you keeping score, Himself made it home in one piece on Friday evening. More about that later. Friday morning, about 5:15am, I woke up firmly convinced that someone had broken into the house and had me pinned to the bed by a red-hot boar spear. I was shocky, pale, nauseous, and according to the thermometer, I'd been dead at least 36 hours. And boyhowdy, did I ever hurt.
So much so that I considered calling an ambulance. But I couldn't figure out the logistics: getting the house locked up, getting a wheelchair transported with me, that kind of thing. Plus going to the ER, which might have resulted in being sent into surgery was not something I wanted to do, let alone do without a spouse in the waiting room making sure they didn't lose me.
So I reached for the painkillers and toughed it out. I'd come to every two or three hours, throw up, wait for the stomach to settle down, knock back some water and another painkiller, and go unconscious again. I was hoping to break the gall bladder spasms per instructions from the surgeon I saw about ten years ago when I had my last major attack.
I was up and more-or-less awake when Himself got in from the airport, and managed to hold down a little of the wonton soup he stopped for along the way. Then it was back to the above routine, which has continued through the weekend. The good news is that my periods of being "up", with a somewhat diminished level of pain, are getitng longer.
If you know me, you know I love Halloween. It's one of the few times of the year when I voluntarily put up with children at my door. Given how I was feeling on Saturday evening, we decided to leave the porch light off and not take part. I know it's the first time since we've lived here that we've done that, and I'm fairly sure it's the first time we've done that since we've been married. I was not happy about it, or about skipping the religious observances later in the evening, but I really didn't have much choice.
The cycle continues, although I've been able to keep the pain tamped down to about half of what I woke up with Friday. And it's probably just as well, since while Himself is home from Boston, he's not really here.
He's been holed up in his office working on stuff for the coming week at the office. He will be completely out of reach for the majority of the week, what with company bigwigs coming in for FDA-approval stuff. If I died, I'd have doubts he'd even notice.
Anyone know where I can find a spare spouse?