Quadruple UGH!!!

I got the stent placed in my ureter on Thursday, Aug. 2. When I woke up, I felt like the doctor had used my entire left abdomen as a punching bag, not to mention my kidney now hurt (hadn't really bothered me that much prior to that). Turns out my ureter is "really crooked" and Dr. M had a lot of difficulty placing the stent.

I woke up nauseous on Friday. I tried to keep my fluid intake up, but it's difficult when you constantly feel like you're going to yak everything back up. I laid down at 3:00, hoping a nap and some anti-nausea medicine I requested would do the trick. No such luck. I got up about 6:30, then went back to bed at 7:30. I was running a slight fever (99.7).

Saturday, I woke up feeling better. I ate a container of strawberry yogurt and had a nice visit with Jenni. I only tried to fall asleep on her once, but I don't know if she noticed. She filled me in on a number of details of Gina's last days. That evening, I ate a little chicken noodle soup (Campbell's knock-off -- yuck!) and went to bed at 8:00.

Sunday, I was still feeling OK, so I ate some peach yogurt. By 1:00, I felt like s--- warmed over and spread too thinly across a hot sidewalk. I was hot, I was cold, my kidney was aching, and I just wanted to sleep. I called Mom at work and told her I needed to "be seen by someone." She took off early (not TOO early, though, because her shift ends at 2:00) and raced me into the Mac ER (I never looked at the speedometer, I was too busy concentrating on not throwing up, but I'm pretty sure we were doing at least 80 MPH). Long story short, I had a "really nasty" UTI -- pus and blood in my urine, high white blood cell count -- and I was dehydrated. They admitted me overnight for fluids and antibiotics. I got 2-3 liters of the former and 2 grams of the latter by 9:00 p.m., and I felt like a whole new woman. They had put me on clear liquids for supper, but by 9:00 or so I was whining for toast. They let me try, and it was fantastic!

My GP Dr. P came to see me early Monday a.m., and he said he wanted me another day in the hospital for antibiotics. Then my urologist popped in to check on me (he is in Mac on Mondays for a urology clinic) and set my lasering for the 17th. ::sigh:: Looks like I'm missing at least the first week of classes -- but I'll be here for my birthday. Tuesday, Dr. P told me he wanted me 24 hours without a fever before letting me go home, and since I had run one the night before, I had to stay another day. Thus started the frustration -- I would be OK ALL DAMN DAY, but anywhere between 5:00 and 10:00 p.m., I would jump up to almost 101, stay there about half an hour, then drop again. I finally got out Friday evening, but only because Dr. P classified 99.7 "close" to a fever.

Saturday, Mom got my antibiotic prescription filled. I took the first pill in the late afternoon, and during supper I started feeling nauseous. I thought it was the brand of hot dogs Mom had chosen for our chili dogs, so I just ate the chili. About 10 minutes after supper, I threw up a little. About 30-45 minutes later, I threw up a lot. I went to bed and was nauseous half the night, but I didn't vomit again. Needless to say, I haven't taken anymore of the antibiotic. The pharmacist told my mom to keep an eye on the antibiotic because it is in the same family as one that gave me vomiting and diarrhea in January. The odd thing is that the stuff they gave me in the hospital is also in that family and I had no trouble. It is a 3rd generation (created to be more specific against certain bacteria) whereas the others are 1st generation (more general), so perhaps the change is just enough for me to handle. I'm waiting to hear back from Dr. P that he's called me in something else.

::sigh:: I'm ready to feel normal again.