Yesterday was a better day than the day before, thanks in part to the Codeine I took, starting at midnight. It allowed me to get some sleep and took a lot of my back pain away. Except for checking email a couple of times and dealing with four or five that were pressing, visiting with Orv and Nancy Hazelton when they came over to check up on me, and going down to soak in the hot tub with Miss Terry in the evening, I didn’t get much accomplished.
I napped a bit, watched TV for a while, and did some research on pancreatitis online. I would say that compared to the pain levels I had on Thursday, they were reduced by 75% yesterday.
I appreciate everybody’s concern, and a lot of you are telling me to go to the VA hospital at Loma Linda if the pain persists. But I think I’m beginning to turn the corner on it. And the thing I guess I didn’t explain very well in yesterday’s blog is that the pain I’m experiencing is NOT the same pain that came with the pancreatitis. This pain is something that I have lived with since I was a young soldier, the result of an injury I suffered in a helicopter crash that resulted in several herniated disks.
I’ve dealt with it for 40-some years, and it’s not usually this severe, more of a constant nagging ache that never goes away. But I’ve had flare-ups like this in the past. I think that sleeping on the miserable hospital bed and lying on the different gurneys they moved me onto for CT scans and x-rays is what set it off. I’ve been in this position before, which is why I had the Codeine in the first place. As far as the abdominal pain that took me to the hospital, it’s pretty much gone, leaving nothing more than a lot of abdominal tenderness. When I went to the hospital the abdominal pain was a 10 on a scale of one to ten. Now it’s less than one.
Before she and hubby Orv retired and hit the road as fulltime RVers, Nancy was my original primary health care provider at the VA hospital in Lexington, Kentucky. She is the one I judge all medical professionals against, and I’m here to tell you that I haven’t found one yet that measures up to her knowledge, skill, or compassion. She is monitoring me closely, and believe me, if she thinks it’s time to head for Loma Linda, we will be doing exactly that.
The research I’ve done so far online says that once you rule out the gallbladder (which they did my case) and alcoholism (which is also out), there are about 15% of cases that really don’t have an explanation. They just happen. It may never recur, or it could hit me again next month. Like everything in life, it’s a crapshoot. I trust Nancy more than any other medical person I’ve ever dealt with and she feels that I fall into that small minority of oddball cases. But really, should that surprise anybody who knows me?
If I continue to improve and get the pain levels under control, we will be heading out to Arizona and the Tucson VA Hospital and my primary care team will take it from there. In the meantime, the notorious Santa Ana winds are hammering this area of Southern California. They are supposed to blow out sometime Sunday evening, and maybe they’ll take the rest of this nonsense away with them. We’re comfortable in our RV site here at Jojoba Hills, Miss Terry and the Hazeltons are taking very good care of me, so there’s no reason to rush to get back on the road. We’ll just take it one step at a time.
Thought For The Day – When a gas station toilet seat is cold it’s uncomfortable, but when it’s warm it’s worse.