Well, I hate to say this post is coming from not my favorite place. The one place I have never been before. The place where you Willa probably see lots of typos because the Morphine is messing with my head and fingers. The dreaded HOSPITAL. Yes, I've been a guest of the Hotel Cox Guest Room 913 since last Friday. Not sure when I getting out. The colonoscopy on Tuesday seemed to go well. They took two biopsies to make sure there was nothing there. I ate the next day and out it came thirty minutes later! But I don't think that the colonoscropy is related to what is going on now.
Since Wednesday was a no go for food I though Thursday would be better. With that in mind, I got a sandwich. So to my surprise, I couldn't even swallow it or the drink it came with. Several years ago I was diagnosed with Achccalcia, but it seemed this one was different, I couldn't eat or drink last time, this time I couldn't eat, drink or swallow without excruciating pain. But like a dope I kept trying to eat and drink and it got worse. I sat up all night and when Cliff got up Friday at 5A. I told him to take me to the ER. And so it begins,,,''
One endoscopy later and I was escorted up to floor 19. Evidently my esophogus is very inflamed, they took some scrapings and biopsies. They don't know why it is so inflamed, so they put me on an antibiotic and an antiviral, along with some morphine to control the pain. And I've been on a saline drip the whole time because I was very dehydrated. They came in to weigh me a while ago and OF COURSE since I haven't eaten REAL food to eat since Saturday A WEEK AGO (courtesy of the Colonoscopy that was done Tuesday) I figured it had dropped but NOOOOO, that wasn't the case. I had lost down 12 lbs and gained 10 lbs back in water weight. THAT totally sucked! So here I sit, Sunday evening and still don't know how much longer I'll be in here. I brought books but if you knew how long it took me to write this, you'd know reading is a loss.
Well..that's it for Sunday...the day of rest...