Now Playing: Day 795-The Final Road To Survival
You know who won the ole Drano game don't you?
Well if this is any guess it sure wasn't me.
Around midnight things got a bit worse. Around 1am I was not only light headed but my pulse started racing. Once the nausea, chills and feeling loopy started kicking in trouble was soon over the horizon. I quickly grabbed a Gatorade and Pedialyte frozen popsicle then started chugging however that didn't work and things then started coming back up. I guess I lost this game of Drano because as fast as I started going down was as fast as I got my gym shoes on and headed to the local hospital emergency room. I wasn't sure if I would make it to the hospital where all my specialists practice. In fact I had another one which was closer in mind however if I planned on surviving this latest ER visit I had better just count my blessings and head five more minutes up north because this other hospital is a huge NO-NO. Why you may ask? Because the hospital staff is just one word: Horrible! I would rather have a stranger blind folded treat me than that hospital. No lie!
Nothing quite like having Drano stuck and it making your electrolytes all out of whack then becoming severely dehydrated. How I drove myself up to the hospital was even a question the doctors and ER staff were wondering but let's just say as I told them, "It was one quick ride!" OK. Once again maybe a bad decision but when you are going downhill fast rhyme and reason is the last thing on your mind. The emergency room and getting there fast is the first and only thing on your mind. Calling someone to meet you up there isn't either but that of course comes into play later when you realize you can't drive yourself nor your own car home. Hahahaha! So after a huge bag of IV fluids, blood work and waiting for my delayed kidneys to start working I was then finally released to go home and continue the Drano treatment waiting game. At least they got me fully re-hydrated and the tremors have calmed back down but I am still not thinking clearly due to all this fluid retention in my intestines.
The fur gang never likes seeing us leave but are always waiting for our arrival back home with tails wagging. They always put a smile on my face even on the worst GP days. Once I let my body rest it was around 1pm before I woke up to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I spoke to my doctor about what was happening with treatment only to be told once again, "Your intestines really need to come out. We can't keep having things like this happening because it is dangerous." Not that this is a no brainer but when you are on the receiving end with any surgery its not that easy. Let's just hope this new surgeon and her surgical team doesn't also scream like hell and run for the hills like the last group from two years ago. Hahahahaha! I am taking it one day at a time. Drano time that is...