Erik is back in the hospital. We think the kidney is just fine and there are no signs of rejection. Trust me, I have the check list of symptoms engraved in my retinas.
Some people want all details and some don't want too many. I think the majority of people I have surrounded myself with in life like the gross stuff. If you are not one of them, skip this next paragraph:
So far this is what we think (and when I say we I mean I told the nice intern what I thought and he agreed after I'm sure silently cursing my online research skills)…Erik's incision was leaking fluid which they tell me is totally normal. Well, the incision healed so nothing can leak. The fluid build up is causing pain. They confirmed this with a CT scan and planned to insert a drain "soon." Don't get me started on what the heck they meant by soon or why he didn't have a drain in the first place as it sounds like the norm as per my my aforementioned research capabilities. Anyway, today the pain meds didn't even work so the pain made his breathing rapid, which made him "unable to keep down fluids," like in a projectile fashion, which then dehydrated him, which then caused more pain. And on and on.
After my little freak out on the phone they told me to bring him in to admit him. I'm generally not a freak outer. Today I hit my limit and I admit I am sort of a hot mess right now. Keeping it real.
I got him to the hospital and the whole time we were in the car I quietly prayed "please don't puke" over and over. Give me open flesh wounds, exposed bone, fractures requiring internal fixation, whatever, I love it all. Except puke. I'm gagging a little right now just typing the words. Well we made it to the room where he was quickly surrounded by blue buckets and I was trapped in the corner. I wanted to scream "help I'm trapped and I can't get out." No lie. I might have said it out loud.
God bless nurses. They had him hooked up to morphine and uncurled from a fetal position in like 5.7 seconds. I waited to talk to the doctor, they turned up the morphine a notch, and I left him sleeping soundly.
At this point they think this pain will be resolved by draining the fluid and removing his stent. No fever, no signs of infection, all else is well. We are at the mercy of the radiologist who may or may not want to insert the drain on the weekend. More likely Monday. They may or may not make him come back on December 30th to remove the stent. Whatever. They said they may send him home tomorrow and have him come back on Monday. Uhhhh, what? No stinking way am I bringing him home to watch him in that much pain again unless they send us both home with some morphine in a little portable refillable bag.
Oh, and my presents aren't wrapped and I have no stocking stuffers. Again I say whatever.
This is just a glitch and I know it could be much worse but seriously I'm ready for a sister wife. Or two.
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