Well I just got back from the hospital, having lived there for 12 days. I went in with uncontrollable pain in my abdomen and back. Every day they did new tests I was poked and proded so much I looked like a bruised pincushen. They had used almost everyvain they could for not only blood draws but IV lines. They were considuring putting in a pic-line to be able to give me medicene and take blood (it is also called a central line, it is a IV that stayes in your vein for 18 months or liner.). Every day my GP came in to see me and basically said the same thing "We still do not know what is wrong....". Its very fustrating to know that there is something wrong and not being able to pinpoint it!!!!!!! It also dosnt help having your husband tell you are a hypocondryact, telling me that I was self diagnosing myself, and that I couldnt be in any pain because he said so. They finally figured it out, it was my gallbladder. It was full of stones!!!!!!! Well needless to say I no longer have a gallbladder. I am on some good drugs and they really mess me up. I am 4 days post surgery and my husband has yet to say he was sorry for not believing me.
My husband is being very beligerant (spl?), I really cant deal with it much longer! I have suggested that he get some therapy. HE NEEDS MORE HELP THAN I CAN GIVE HIM! I dont understand why he is so mad all of the time. Right now I know that I am very emotional and get upset very easy, but this has been building up. I need him right now and he is very distant.
My animals were very glad to see me, I missed them so much. One of my cats (Merlyn) used my stomach as a lunching pad, ohhh that hurt!
My husband thinks he knows everything, arrrgh he makes me so fustrated.
Oladibug