I'm home and fine.
I had something called pancreasitis, which just means my pancreas was
inflamed. They could not determine why - apparently it usually happens
due to excessive drinking (which I don't do) or gall bladder problems
(but my gall bladder tested fine). I mentioned *repeatedly* that I'm
diabetic, but they don't seem to think diabetes is related to this
particular problem with the pancreas.
It hurt like a mother, though, which is why I went to the ER in the
first place. They gave me a couple shots - one in the hip (something to
cause abdominal spasms to relax) and the other via IV
(anti-inflammatory and pain med) and took blood to run tests.
I failed the blood tests with wacky enzyme levels so they sent me for
an ultrasound of gall bladder, liver and pancreas, and apparently only
the pancreas failed (which I guessed based on where the pain was while
the tech was typing in organ names). When I got back from being poked
and prodded, I was in pain again, so they gave me Dilota (sp?) via IV
and I became instantly completly stoned and wonderfully pain-free.
Everyone was quite shocked it wasn't my gall bladder. The ER doctor
told me pointblank he thought the ultrasound report was wrong. I knew
they'd suspected gall bladder problems cause I had been asked about 20
times by then if my gall bladder had been removed, so was relieved that
it tested clean.
The only treatment for an inflamed pancreas is to not eat or drink for
a few days to let it rest. They admitted me to the hospital, and while
setting up the IV, a very stoned me said, "Don't put any glucose in
there, I'm diabetic." So they just put a potassium chloride solution in
there.
I spent most of yesterday sleeping, likely due to the narcotic, but
when awake... I was unstoned again and had no pain. They kept offering
me more drugs, but there was no pain. Eventually, I asked if I could
have some ice chips, and since I was pain-free, they allowed it. Either
the narcotic or being ill kept me wiped out though, I just kept going
back to sleep in between eating ice pretty much round the clock until 6
AM today. So... 24 hours of sleeping and ice.
I became a pain in the butt at 6 AM today. Asked for the IV to be
removed so I could shower, then got dressed in street clothes again
cause I didn't feel like lying around in bed anymore. Then I asked for
a pass to leave the ward so I could smoke, which they don't like much.
And I repeatedly asked if I really needed to be here since the
treatement seemed to involve not eating anything but ice, which I could
do just fine at home. In short, I became conscious and became a pain in
their butts simultaneously.
My lipase level was something like 7000+ yesterday, but was down to 298
today (normal being 280), so the doctor decided if I could eat and not
be in pain, I could go home.
Kitchen screwed up and sent me cereal with a banana and a cup of fruit
cocktail and a glass of juice and packets of sugar! I explained I
couldn't eat this stuff without my bg going up to over 200, so they
fixed me some beef broth and sugar-free jello instead. And no pain
resulted, so they got to get rid of me.
Apparently, it was a very minor case - as the information sheet they
gave me said it usually took 2-4 days of no food before the pain would
go away and 6-10 days was the normal length of hospitalization for
this. So... I bounced back quickly.
The whole thing was very ironic. I've felt really good lately.
Wednesday... I had really high energy and felt better than I've felt
since I was in training last year. Thursday was so-so. Then Friday, I
felt great again. I was attributing this to my chiro treatments, as I
was adjusted both Wed and Fri morning.
Friday night I met Steve at the local Petro. He had a delivery in NJ
Saturday morning, then was going to come home, but had a ten hour break
to take in Carlisle. We do these "truck stop" dates where I meet him,
we have dinner, take a shower together, and watch a movie in the truck.
I was feeling great. Then a half hour after I got home, suddenly I was
in horrific pain and puking. I literally couldn't get up off the bed
for a half hour, just lying there screaming cause the pain was so bad.
When I could finally get up, I called my daughter and asked her to take
me to the ER.
I was pretty sure it was food poisoning... cause I had felt so *good*
all day, and hadn't eaten, and then had pigged out on the salad bar at
the truck stop. So... wound up at the ER and then in the hospital, and
it wasn't food poisoning at all but my pancreas having a bit of a hissy
fit.
My only instructions leaving the hospital are to quit smoking and see a
doctor about my diabetes (they didn't like that I hadn't seen a doctor
in a couple years). Nothing even about diet at all - though I think I
will stick to the broth-and-jello thing for a couple days just cause I
don't wish to do anything that has any chance of causing that pain to
reoccur.
I had a nurse last night who said she was diabetic too and was going to
eat some of her mom's famous chocolate easter eggs today. She said her
theory was moderation. I said there is no such thing as moderate levels
of sugar for a diabetic, and explained to her how to make milk
chocolate with sweeteners from bittersweet chocolate (Lynne's
chocolate)... or that she could eat Lindt's 85% cocoa dark chocolate
which is nearly sugar-free.
This morning when the tech tested my bg, it was 132. And this nurse
said that is good, hers is usually higher than that. And I said, no
that is not good, I've been fasting for over a day, that is an insanely
high bg. It shouldn't go over 140 even after eating, I have almost no
leeway if it's 132 to start.
And... this is pretty much why I refused the first tray they sent me.
If I'd eaten cereal and 3 servings of fruit (one in HEAVY SYRUP for
crying out loud!), I'd have gone up over 200, and been in need of a nap
immediatly. Doubt they'd have decided I could go home then.
No, we'd be discussing insulin about now and I'd be getting "spanked"
for not being under a doctor's care for my diabetes. As if anything a
doctor could do would lower my bg enough if I ate [censored] like that
anyways... even the Metformin never lowered me more than 10-20 points
on average. I'd be in the hospital for days more...
But... I don't understand how a freaking nurse can be this dumb about
diabetes. Well, I guess I *do* understand, as I'm the idjit insisting
on a pass to go out in the courtyard to smoke...
Today, I was explaining to my day nurse that the night nurse seemed to
be an idjit about her own diabetes, and she told me the night nurse has
been hospitalized repeatedly for high bg. So... apparently, I've got
the diabetes thing under control even without strictly being under a
doctor's care lately.
This is a very small little rural hospital here, and I was very
surprised that I got such good care. Other than having to be vigilant
about my bg (which is *always* the case when anyone else is involved
with diet and such), they were quite good.
I have rarely been treated so well - never had such a good experience
at a citified hospital. I especially liked that there was no [censored]
about pain... I was turning down pain meds left and right. They were
quite determined I didn't need to suffer. Much as I hate being
hospitalized, this was a pretty good place to do it. Everyone was quite
nice, even when I became a pain in the butt.
It is quite difficult to believe I was on so much pain Friday night and
am sitting here feeling perfectly fine, just a bit tired, now.