So, I'm finding myself wondering about the various stages of my health...So here I was Wednesday, coming back home from Albuquerque . Had a CT done for my flank pain. I'm thinking "I know this is my stinkin kidney again." After all, I should know, right? 14 years of kidney problems...I should know when it's my kidneys.
Thursday night, the day hasn't been so bad. Pain on and off. From 1-10, it's maybe at 5 or 6. Not a problem. I can deal with it up to about 7....then from there, pain starts showing outwardly and people start noticing. I, for the most part, am able to keep it to myself until that point. Anyway, so I'm at work on Thursday night, and I go from a 6 to 8 real quick.....wth?! I'm at work, come on now! I only have 3 customers, but they're starting to look at me funny. Aw man. It's like "Hey....pssst!! Kristy, your pain is showing." So, I take a seat and try to remain impassive.
9:40 p.m. I think I can get through this just fine....flinch.... Ok....maybe not. Two more people walk in....Yessss!! No, really, it was a good thing because it's a couple friends of mine. "you okay? you don't look so good...." So finally I'm honest. No, I'm not okay. Hurts. She sees it and she knows.
My patrons know too, but being under a cloud of alcaheimers, allows them to be concerned, then forget. It's all good. I don't want to hear "Are you ok?" over and over again.
10:20: I tell my customers that it's going to be time to go. I'm now at a high 8, shaking like a leaf, going to hide in back room. I listen to the conversations of everyone, hear the glasses and the chink of the ice as they are being emptied. I also hear a vibrating of the iron bars behind me.....what?! ....oh okay. I'm leaning on them and they are shaking because I'm shaking. Super sharp pains on my right side nearly bring me to my knees. Tears spring into my eyes. Great, so now I'm crying too!! Syn walks back and checks on me. She wants to help. I let her. My phone is dead, I can't call my husband, who is also at work. I surrender and allow my friend to take me home. I'm so stubborn, I swear! Can't stand up straight, hunched over like a decrepit old woman. I feel like a fool. Shaking, crying.....only two people saw me that way that night. I wouldn't let my patrons see me, I hate the looks I get when people see me like that.
"Do you want me to take you to the ER?" No, No! They don't do shit with this. I sit there for 3 hours before they acknowledge, or get a clue that I'm in pain. Cibola General ER sucks! seriously!
She drives me home and I make sure I get my butt up the steps just fine in front of her. I get inside the door, and let myself fall on the couch.
Deep exhale..found my migraine meds that make me sleep. Praying for sleep.
I turn on the heating pad, and lay there....tears....sharp, white hot pain....can't sleep.
1:31 a.m. Fever....not bad. Just 101. Finally feeling the drowsing effects...sigh. sleep.
So fast forward to 1:15 Friday afternoon...setting, Dr's office.
"So, what's going on?" Doc asks me. I hold up 3 fingers and say There are three things.....1...I was working last night, and I had a bout of really bad right flank pain. I'm pretty sure it's my kidney. I had a CT on Wednesday that my urologist wanted to check for stones. I don't think it's stones, I really don't. CT results? Don't know.
2....well, the ongoing headahes that NEVER go away....They are there everyday. I don't need glasses, there is no undue stress, until now, but I was having them before this whole pain thing.
I go on and talk about the other one....That's another subject altogether though.
Doc thinks I have a minor infection, gives me pain meds, then gives me anti-biotics. I hate this. I was just prior to this, living a completely great and normal life. Besides the off and on abnormal pain that happens here and there, to remind me, that- No, I'm not normal. Nice front though!! hah!
