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which is something it hasn't managed to do for almost 10 years.
A week ago today I came down with some sort of stomach bug. My boss had come in the week prior with something even though he knew he was sick. For him, it lasted 24 hours. For me...
I started feeling better after around 48 hours. That is, I could eat and pay at least minor attention to my work. I couldn't take any sick time because I've exhausted all of my PTO hours this year already caring for Sarah and to a lesser extent, Izzy.
Then, on Thursday evening, I suddenly felt REALLY ill out of the blue. I was going around doing my usual and then suddenly I felt nauseous, "heavy", and just out of sorts. I felt lethargic and I could have sworn I was impacted. I went the pharmacy and got some Fleet enemas (never got to use them) and when I got home I took a hyosciamine because I could feel that my gut was spastic.
As soon as, and I mean AS SOON AS the hyosciamine kicked in, I ran to the bathroom and passed what I swear must have been close to 4 gallons of water. The toilet flushed by itself twice from all the water I passed.
My fistula has also been really active with lots of pus. I decided to start taking a 30-day Flagyl course that I had handy in the med cabinet (yeah yeah no lectures please.) I started feeling better by Friday morning. I went to work (no choice really) and did all of my normal things, but when I got home I was EXHAUSTED. I went straight upstairs and went to sleep until well after bedtime. Then woke up, puttered around, then back to bed.
Saturday I felt fine. I mean really fine. I went grocery shopping with my wife and Izzy (youngest), made lunch, got stuff done around the house, everything. Sarah's friend slept over and I stayed up until midnight chaperoning them (maybe a mistake here) before sending them to bed.
Sunday I was still feeling OK. We went to an outdoor mall later in the afternoon and went shopping at LL Bean. I was fine for the hour we were in LL Bean. Then we decided to walk outside in the sun. About 30 feet from LL Bean I started feeling TERRIBLE. My gut was on FIRE, but I didn't want to be the wet blanket in the group so I kept going. I was pushing Izzy in her little plastic coupe and she was having a ball pointing out all the fancy dogs that the affluent people who shop in this place tend to walk around with (save that rant for another day, muppet.)
By the time we got back to the van I was feeling TERRIBLE, but I drove home because my wife is afraid to drive the van, it's too big for her. I just played down how I was feeling.
When we got home I was supposed to make dinner for everyone, but I just couldn't do it. I had no strength left. I took a hyosciamine and 60mg of prednisone (I know, I know) and fell dead asleep for 5 hours (had all sorts of crazy dreams.)
I woke up this morning feeling OK, but I took 60mg of pred before coming to work (I don't plan to take 60 again, probably 40 tomorrow). I also sat down on the toilet this morning and couldn't pass ANYTHING but blood. A steady stream of blood dripped out of my fistula while I sat there for almost an hour.
I know you're going to say I'm an idiot for not going to the doctor yet, but we literally CANNOT AFFORD for me to be admitted and I'm afraid that's where this will go. I have no sick time left and the short term disability insurance at work is, to put it mildly, inadequate.
I'm feeling relatively OK on the prednisone so far, but I'm really nervous I might have a stricture or obstruction. I've never had either before so I don't know how to recognize them.
I know, I know. Call the doctor.
A week ago today I came down with some sort of stomach bug. My boss had come in the week prior with something even though he knew he was sick. For him, it lasted 24 hours. For me...
I started feeling better after around 48 hours. That is, I could eat and pay at least minor attention to my work. I couldn't take any sick time because I've exhausted all of my PTO hours this year already caring for Sarah and to a lesser extent, Izzy.
Then, on Thursday evening, I suddenly felt REALLY ill out of the blue. I was going around doing my usual and then suddenly I felt nauseous, "heavy", and just out of sorts. I felt lethargic and I could have sworn I was impacted. I went the pharmacy and got some Fleet enemas (never got to use them) and when I got home I took a hyosciamine because I could feel that my gut was spastic.
As soon as, and I mean AS SOON AS the hyosciamine kicked in, I ran to the bathroom and passed what I swear must have been close to 4 gallons of water. The toilet flushed by itself twice from all the water I passed.
My fistula has also been really active with lots of pus. I decided to start taking a 30-day Flagyl course that I had handy in the med cabinet (yeah yeah no lectures please.) I started feeling better by Friday morning. I went to work (no choice really) and did all of my normal things, but when I got home I was EXHAUSTED. I went straight upstairs and went to sleep until well after bedtime. Then woke up, puttered around, then back to bed.
Saturday I felt fine. I mean really fine. I went grocery shopping with my wife and Izzy (youngest), made lunch, got stuff done around the house, everything. Sarah's friend slept over and I stayed up until midnight chaperoning them (maybe a mistake here) before sending them to bed.
Sunday I was still feeling OK. We went to an outdoor mall later in the afternoon and went shopping at LL Bean. I was fine for the hour we were in LL Bean. Then we decided to walk outside in the sun. About 30 feet from LL Bean I started feeling TERRIBLE. My gut was on FIRE, but I didn't want to be the wet blanket in the group so I kept going. I was pushing Izzy in her little plastic coupe and she was having a ball pointing out all the fancy dogs that the affluent people who shop in this place tend to walk around with (save that rant for another day, muppet.)
By the time we got back to the van I was feeling TERRIBLE, but I drove home because my wife is afraid to drive the van, it's too big for her. I just played down how I was feeling.
When we got home I was supposed to make dinner for everyone, but I just couldn't do it. I had no strength left. I took a hyosciamine and 60mg of prednisone (I know, I know) and fell dead asleep for 5 hours (had all sorts of crazy dreams.)
I woke up this morning feeling OK, but I took 60mg of pred before coming to work (I don't plan to take 60 again, probably 40 tomorrow). I also sat down on the toilet this morning and couldn't pass ANYTHING but blood. A steady stream of blood dripped out of my fistula while I sat there for almost an hour.
I know you're going to say I'm an idiot for not going to the doctor yet, but we literally CANNOT AFFORD for me to be admitted and I'm afraid that's where this will go. I have no sick time left and the short term disability insurance at work is, to put it mildly, inadequate.
I'm feeling relatively OK on the prednisone so far, but I'm really nervous I might have a stricture or obstruction. I've never had either before so I don't know how to recognize them.
I know, I know. Call the doctor.