It’s been a morning

 I was supposed to babysit while the new parents went to the grocery store. That did not happen today. Instead, I spent my morning at the MD Anderson ER. What happened you ask? Well, due to my tumor pressing on my ureters, I was told to go to emergency if I had back pain, change in urinating, flank pain, fever, or vomiting. I noticed a decrease in the amount of urine. Truthfully, I typically go a lot and there is a lot. Well, the yesterday and over night I was not. I also developed back pain, flank pain, and abdominal pain. Some could be attributed to the tumors, but who knows. I didn’t have a fever, but have had mild nausea since my scans. I thought about making the call around 1am, but waited. I was so tired and knew I needed gas. I woke up at 5a discomfort and only a small amount of urine. I tried to call the after hours number, which woke up Marc. Apparently, 5a is not after hours…or else I called the wrong number. We got in the car and headed to the Med Center. 

We arrived and I got the last available room. They accessed my port and took blood. Then they gave me a pain med. They also wanted to scan my bladder to see if I was retaining urine. I was not. That pain med hit me. I asked Marc what kind is pink. He thought Norco, but I have those and they aren’t pink. Once the nausea hit, I had to google it, oxycodone. I got crackers and iv fluids. 

The doctor came in to let me know labs were good, but they were waiting on urine culture…they never gave me a cup. She also consulted with urology about expediting the splents. The doctor that performs it is unavailable. I have them the urine I had, which was not much, but enough for the test. Turns out I have a bad uti. Got antibiotics

The doctor explained this as good news and bad news. We caught it far enough out from my stent appointment. They would not have placed stents with the infection. This would have also delayed my chemo. This could explain my pain. They are sure the obstruction is not blocking flow from my kidneys to my bladder.

I swear, if it’s not one thing it’s another!

We were discharged. I knew I couldn’t drive with that pain med. That meant Marc had to. Y’all, he is bad. So very bad. We never let him drive us. I’m not exaggerating when I say I was already screaming before we made it out of the parking garage. About 5 miles down the road I started searching the car for something…anything. I found a ziploc bag that hold some of my medical supplies. I barely got it emptied before it became a barf bag. Marc of course blamed the pain meds over his driving. While I know the meds contributed, his driving made it happen. I then held that bag for the next 30 miles. I would hold it up when his driving started to get worse. 

Now I’m home. I took a nap. I was supposed to get my tires rotated and balanced today. Marc had to do it. I obviously did not get to baby sit. 

I’m hoping the antibiotics will knock out all of my pain. I am unsure if I will take more of those pain meds. Stents are still scheduled for next Friday.