God, I’m so glad I learned how to spell colitis before I was diagnosed with it. This morning. Because my catscan came back all shadowed and irregular.
It’s been three grueling days of stomach pain. If I hadn’t already had my appendix removed, that would have been my first guess. But, being me, I figured ah, par for the course, you know? So I put myself on that bland diet, just gatorade, soup and bread. Then just broth and bread. Then terror at the thought of more fluids.
Painkillers round the clock, then finally got in with my GI yesterday. Well, actually I got into to see his physicians assistant. I’m so grateful my mom came with me because by the time she came into the room, I was all percocet and no solid food.
I explained what was going on. She looked straight up baffled. She said she would be right back and rushed out of the room.
When she came back in, it was with the GI.
He did his exam and then told us that he wanted me to head over to a diagnostic center to get a catscan with barium. Barium tastes like what a vanilla milkshake would taste like if you took out all the sugar, vanilla, and the thickness of the milk–and replaced it with dirty street water.
This was an unexpected test, and I’d already had my hair trial set up for the wedding that afternoon. I thought I might have to cancel, but it turned out I had to drink the barium, wait an hour, and then drink some more.
So back home I went, slept for fifteen minutes, took another painkiller. Didn’t try to eat.
My hair trial went great and I loved the girl I ended up working with. She even showed me how to fix my veil so I could sew a clip into it.
After she left I rested my eyes for five minutes, downed half the second bottle of barium, then jumped in the car with my mom and set off for the diagnostic center. With my hair freshly quaffed and looking how I felt (high on pain killers, exhausted) I was undoubtedly the sexiest girl getting a Catscan in West Boca at 4:40 yesterday.
Next, I got an even more painful bill for the catscan–standing at about $344.40. Which, once I caught my breath from shock, I sat back down and waited for my name to be called.
I’ve done this before. A catscan with barium and dye. I’ve done it multiple times. Which left me kind of surprised when my throat started tingling and giving me this weird numb sensation. Must have been the dye–but I was on pain killers–and I could tell my throat wasn’t going to swell shut. I just wanted to go home.
But the nurse and head of the center made me stay and take a Benadryl and drink a bottle of Dasani. Escaped. Headed back to my mom’s house where R.J was waiting for us.
It was a long day, and I fell asleep on our couch while R.J went out to get me soup and pita bread. It had been a long day.
So when I woke up at 4AM this morning it was like hitting a brand new wall. The pain was back and worse than ever. I took a painkiller and laid back down, drifting off to sleep and waking up at around 8:30.
I was trying to figure out whether or not I should drive myself to the infusion center, or call a friend to drive me. I always struggle with this. I want to be able to be independent and arrive at my appointments on time, alone and ready to go. But you can’t always plan for these things and if I feel even a little confused about whether or not I should be driving–the answer is probably that I shouldn’t be driving.
Thankfully, my mom was able to take her work call on her cellphone and picked me up. On the way there I tried to get the results from the catscan. But it wasn’t until after my dressing change that we got a call back from my concierge doctor who also got the results (aside from my GI).
He told us that I had inflammation in my colon. He said I had a temporary form of colitis. Then he said it’d be best if I let the GI explain it and go over the treatment.
So I spent all day waiting for the GI to call back (And he did…at 5:15 after I called his office all day asking to please get him on the phone because the pain was terrible and I didn’t know if I could start a treatment at home instead of having to go to the ER.
Finally his physcian assistant called back and let me know that, yes, it was bacterial colitis and yes I had to take seven days of levaquin (oh you again?!) and we’d monitor it. Sometimes it needs steroids to get back to normal, but antibiotics come first.
And you know how much I LOVE taking levaquin, with all it’s wondrous side effects.
But hey, what do I know? I only live in here.