A New Beginning..... Part II

Picking up where I left off. I had to be taken to one of the local hospitals because to be honest, I was in a very sorry state. I couldn't eat, couldn't walk, my head stayed in a state of on going pain. The ER staff went to work on me, trying to figure out what was happening. At some point, I told the attending nurse that I really didnt care what they did to me, just as long as they could make my head stop hurting. I had at that very point a headache that lasted from that Monday (March 17th no less) to just a little bit before mid-night on Thursday, March 20th. I still had a my fever and they asked how long I had that. I told them that it had been happening on and off since Monday, but if I wanted to be honest, It really began on Sunday, as I was getting off from work. I dismissed it first as a sinus head ache. Then as I explained, thought I had caught N1H1. They poked and stuck things to me and had to draw blood more then once because the first draw, the sample spoiled due to me still running a high fever. So they had to get another vial. Personally I detest needles. I had a bad experience as a child in which a needle was involved. I have whats called "White Coat Syndrome" It can get bad... its pretty much a panic attack that hits when a doctor, nurse, lab tech, etc come around. You can throw up, faint,you name it. Anyways.... I hated having to get a second drawing, but it is what it is and if it ment my pain would stop, great. I just wanted that to stop. My head hurt so bad that once they did finally get my fever to stop and headache to die away, my scalp and skull were literally numb. It was slightly sore to the touch. but I remember just sitting there, wishing I could drink something, anything while lightly messaging my scalp. He would give me small sips of water. My throat hurt so much from being thirsty. They didnt want me to drink anything in case I began to throw up. Once the fever was done and headache was over, they began to take 10-15 min health stats on me. it annoyed me but I understood what and why things happened. I wanted to know just as much why I was so sick. So they began ordering MRI's, CATs, X-rays, you name it. The last order was an ultra sound. All I could think was how I hoped I was not pregnant. I couldnt be, I didnt want to me. Not again. If I was, I was going to be pissed. I knew pregnancy was his only way to controlling me and keeping me in one spot. I refused to allow that to happen again. ( more on that later... or rather thats another story) It was the ultra sound that gave clues. The ultra sound tech seen it, I seen it. It was my kidneys. Again, but this time, it was bad. I have kidney issues. I just thought I was a "stone maker". ( a name kidney stone suffers call themselves) however it wasnt until my last pregnancy that it was explained to me that kidney stones are actually the very beginning stages of kidney disease. So I have kidney disease, and for the most I control it with diet. How I live, etc. It isnt easy because certain things can actually cause it to trigger off. To be honest, I still dont know what caused it this last go. I just know how it all began and that I thought I had begun menopause. My "cycles" werent showing up, I cramped with nothing to show for it and at times, passed thick blood in my urine. I chalked it up as spotting. Anyhow, we seen it in the ultra sound picture, I nice pile had grown, but it wasnt the pile that concerned us, it was the massive stone that sat at the opening to my right kidney that seemed to indicate it was very large and very stuck. My left kidney had its own pile but nothing nearly as bad as what was going on in my right one. Once he got all the pictures printed up for the attending Ury doctor, I got word back that the blockage caused a massive infection in my right kidney and the infection had begun to seep into my blood stream. This is why I was getting weaker by the hour, why i couldnt walk, stand, eat, drink, why I couldnt do anything.. In the best sense of it all, my kidney blockage was slowly killing me. There was a poison in my blood that they had to fight to get under control. For the first 24 hr in the hospital, they fought. They tried to find something that the infection responded to. They had to make a special cocktail of sorts ment exactly for what was going on with me. Once they got it all together, they began feeding into my IV's. I say it was a fight because at some point the infection stopped responding to the medication. My headaches began to come back and this time it was worse. I cried because I just couldnt take them anymore. The doctors werent sure if they should operate on my kidney. They were planning on piercing my right abdomin wall to drain the infection from my kidney. Their worry was that it could cause internal bleeding and that would take what was already a bad situation and make it worse. This entire time, he would complain about when they were going to release me. The doctors wanted me to stay to watch me. TBC....