Now, if you are the least bit squeamish, you might want to skip the first few paragraphs. This may qualify as Too Much Information (TMI) but it’s only fair that I share what’s been going on for, seemingly, forever.
Before I went to the hospital, I was having relentless diarrhea. I managed to hold it while I was in my Rescuer’s car and for a period of time after I got there, but once I let it go and it got started again, there was no stopping it.
The ER doc had said I’d get something for nausea and the diarrhea but if I did, it didn’t work. Whenever I would go to the bathroom, it was a rare trip that didn’t include #2. The male nurse that took me that one night asked if I did #1 or #2 and I told him “both”. I think there was maybe twice the whole time I was there that I only did #1.
I got so very sore, I prevailed upon one of the nurses to get something to relieve the pain. She brought in some lotion and, with a gloved hand, applied it to the exit region. It burned. It hurt worse than it had before. I didn’t ask for it again. Gritting my teeth, I prayed my way through.
When I got home, I used Melagel and it helped a lot. Eventually, the pain went away but I still had what probably didn’t amount to diarrhea but it was still very loose and liquid-y.
The first day, I kept my food very simple but I added Bubbie’s sauerkraut the second day. All the antibiotics I’d been on and was still taking had to have wiped out every friendly bacterium there was in my gut.
Day after day, I ate sauerkraut or drank the juice. Things started improving but it wasn’t until I added prunes that I could safely say the worst was over. It was day before yesterday they took effect. Two and 1/2 weeks after I’d gone to the hospital. Folks, I’d never been through such trials and tribulations before in my life. My toilet paper consumption was up by several 100%’s. Flushing the commodes became an iffy business. Everything’s better now and I praise the Lord for that.
Yesterday, I was getting ready to wash my sheets when I noticed there was water on the floor in front of the washer. Oh, groan! Surely it isn’t leaking! I had no choice but to go ahead with the laundry. I hope it’s the drain and not the washer, itself. My cousin said she’ll come over tomorrow and check it out.
There were a couple of bright spots in the day. One was that DS1 and his bride have been married 21 years. I remember their wedding. It was lovely and the couple seems just as happy now as they did then.
It was also merm’s birthday. She was well-feted. Besides her co-workers taking her out to eat at lunch, there was a gaggle of friends and family at the house later. The table was laden with a savory fondue, chocolate fondue, different articles for dipping and a cake that was just perfect for someone who is an espresso aficionado.
I don’t know who took the picture but merm did give me permission to use it here. (Thanks, merm!) It can make one’s mouth water.
Last night, I set the timer on the netbook for nine hours. I thought about setting it for eight but that would have had it going off at 4-something Tommie Time. I don’t know why, but I didn’t go to sleep for a L O N G time. Didn’t matter. The timer went off, anyway, and I was awake.
I used the first half hour to copy more music so I would continue to have an easier time of playing “meditation” music. (I don’t know why, but whenever I start to type meditation, it tries to come out “medication”. Maybe that’s what I need to help me through it.)
Wearing some of the togs the Housesitter had given me, I left for church. It was a dreary, drizzly morning. I had my umbrella with me but didn’t really have to use it.
My hearing aids stood me in good stead most of the time. I still didn’t hear the children’s story but I guess it isn’t for me, anyway. I heard the speaker just fine.
The mail in the mailbox had been there for a couple of days. One letter was from my sister. When I opened it, I found a sizable check to cover “Postage & labor”. I took a Sharpie, wrote “Void” on it in big letters and scanned it. Then I emailed it to her with the subject, “Thanks for the check.” She emailed back that I was supposed to put it in the bank. I’d railroaded her into taking the notebook. As a bonus, I learned a lot in the process of getting it ready for a new owner. I should probably pay her.
There was a memorial this afternoon that I really did plan to attend. When I got home, I left my church clothes on and put my housecoat over them to keep them from getting cat hair or whatever on them. After I drank my water and took my NAC, I was outta fuel altogether. My intentions evaporated and I changed into my sweats.
Twinkle and I have enjoyed just being. I dozed a bit and was tempted to take an all-out nap but I knew if I did, I might not sleep tonight. And sleep is what I want to do.