Thanks to everybody who sent messages and blog posts saying you were glad I was out of the hospital. I’d like to say that I’m feeling better now that I’m home, but I’m actually worse as far as pain levels go.
When I was discharged from the hospital in Temecula they would not give me a pain prescription so I’ve just been taking Tylenol. But last night I remembered I had some Codeine from an almost two year old prescription for back pain. I had taken 4 out of 30 pills, that’s how much I hate to take drugs. But I’m going to see if they will help take the edge off. There is a good VA hospital at Loma Linda, about 70 miles from here, that I may have to go to if things don’t improve, because I’m not in any condition to drive back to the Tucson VA hospital right now. The Loma Linda VA is only a few miles from Redlands RV Service and I know the folks there, so if I have to be readmitted maybe they can help Terry find a place to park the motorhome.
Several people have asked me what brought this attack of acute pancreatitis on. I don’t know, and neither do the medical folks. One common cause is alcohol abuse, and they must have asked me a dozen times, both in front of Terry and when she had stepped into the bathroom, if I was sure I wasn’t a closet drinker. I kept telling them that the last time I had any alcohol was 40 years ago, but I’m not sure they believed me.
I didn’t feel anything coming on that I can put my finger on. Saturday afternoon we had a late lunch with friends in Temecula, stopped at the grocery store for a few things on the way home, and driving back to the campground I sneezed two or three times and felt a sharp pain in my back. This happens quite often, my total back is trashed, and usually when we get home Terry can put me on the floor and rub my back enough to put things back into place. But not this time around. By the time we went to bed I was having pain both in the back and in my upper abdomen and it intensified overnight.
Our dear friends Orv and Nancy Hazelton have a lot here at Jojoba Hills, just across the street from where we are parked. Nancy was also my original primary health care provider at the VA hospital in Lexington, Kentucky before she retired. So midmorning Sunday I called them and they came over. Nancy checked me out and suggested that I needed to get to an ER. And you know the rest.
So at this point we’re playing the waiting game, hoping the drugs will give me some relief and allow me to get some rest and begin to heal. And by the way, the drugs they gave me in the hospital had a side effect I never saw coming, absolutely horrible dreams. I’m not a fan of slasher movies and such nonsense, but I’m sure these would make Freddy Krueger grimace.
And once I do get back on my feet, I realize that I have to make some drastic lifestyle changes. It’s no secret that I’ve abused my body for way too many years.
Thought For The Day – I wish everything was as easy as getting fat was.