Well, now I have done it! So much for knowing what is going on in my body! Here’s what happened…
I still had the flu, for four weeks! In the meantime, my kidneys began to hurt and I got constipated. Or so I thought. Anyway, I took a laxative and thought that would be the end of it. You see, I have UC or ulcerative colitis, and I usually have the opposite problem. It is very unusual for me to have to use a laxative anytime. I thought it would bring me back to my normal. It didn’t. The next day I was miserable still. I got concerned so I went to the ER to get checked. I seriously thought it was my kidneys.
Lo and behold, they found out that my diverticulitis had reared its ugly head instead. I have known this could happen but it s the first time my colon had become infected. That explains a lot. So, they admitted me and immediately began several courses of antibiotics to take care of the infection and the “what if” scenario that could have developed. Yous see, if I had not gone to the ER, my colon could have developed a “leak” and fecal material would have escaped into my abdominal cavity casing major issues that could include death. Plus, there is the added risk of cancer causing the whole thing too. Needless to say I was frightened. I had driven the only car to the ER and so now I was alone, admitted, and scared.
To my children’s credit, they did call and check on me. My husband too. However, by the second day I was feeling a bit depressed because I was so alone. I started to cry and one of my nurses came in and held my hand while I boo hooed and got it all out. I was hoping to go home after one day, but I began to throw up and the doctors kept me another night. More IV antibiotics, potassium, and hopefully home the next day.
I finally came home after three days. learned a lot about me during this experience. First, I can talk a tough game but I am really lonely and scared inside. Second, I need the ones I love to care that I am sick. Third, and the most hard to admit, I need to stop worrying about others so much and take care of myself.
I am glad I listened to my intuition and sought help. Knowing how my body is and reacts, this one was foreign to me and by seeking the help, I very well could have saved my life. The doctors were quite clear on the fact that it could have been catastrophic if I had waited. Moral of the story is this: if you think or feel something now right or normal for your body, check it out! I would rather be wrong than sorry.