Give Thanks

As we all know, today is Thanksgiving. I want to wish everyone and their family a safe and Happy Thanksgiving.

Unfortunately for me, I will be spending it in bed this year. I’ve been sick with a cold since last Friday however, since Monday, I have gotten worse; I may have the flu. Even though the health benefits at the new job do not kick in until after the first of the year, I had no choice but to call in sick on Tuesday and Wednesday. I was even supposed to drive up to St. Augustine Wednesday evening to be with the family for Thanksgiving day then drive to Alabama to be with my Grandma on Friday and Saturday but I just couldn’t get healthy enough quickly enough.

However, despite this current grief, I have so much to thank God for. I may be sick now but I still am in good health. We may be in an economic downslope but I have a job. I have a loving family and good friends. And I have so much more. Like I stated, I have a lot to be thankful for.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Another trip to the ER

At 1:00 a.m. last night I woke up with chest pains, a familiar feeling I have experienced before. Immediately, I remembered I had fish for dinner. However, my past episodes of an allergic reaction to fish was only with tuna and salmon. I didn’t always have fish allergies, it took a long time after the first experience and many tests at the hospital, and some research of my own, before I realized I had an allergy.

I went to the kitchen, drank some water and chugged some Mylanta, hoping this would help. An hour went by and the pain did not go away and I started feeling nauseous with feelings of vomiting. This was new. In the past, I had some numbness in my hands and face along with a very severe acid reflux pain in my esophagus. I had the pain this time but no numbness.

I immediately started researching on the internet the fish I had for dinner, pollock. There were several sites, along with, that mentioned that pollock can affect some people.

Okay. That’s it. No more fish for me ever. Which sucks. I guess I should have researched it before I ate it.

After discovering this problem, I immediately woke up Chelby and told her to take me to the emergency room, thinking I was on my way toward anaphylactic shock. We got there just before 3:00 a.m. and waited to see the doctor, after checking in, for almost an hour and a half. Ridiculous. I failed to mention that on the way to the hospital that I was starting to feel loss of breath. By this time in the waiting room, it was getting worse and the nausea never left. I had mentioned this to the lady at the counter but it didn’t seem to rush things.

I finally saw the doctor. They put me on a EKG again, just in case there were heart issues being that I have those issues coming from my Mom’s side of the family. After they monitored this for a while, and my blood pressure, they eventual pumped me, via a needle in the arm, with Protonix, steroids and anti-histamine. The anti-histamine was enough to knock me out, which was perfect since they wanted to continue to monitor me.

They eventually released me around 7:30 a.m. and sent me home with prescriptions for my acid reflux, more steriods and more anti-histamine (Benadryl).

I stayed home from work today to recuperate. I’m feeling better now and so much more the wiser.

Agony of de-teeth

I’ve been in a lot of pain the past couple of days; tomorrow, hopefully, the dentist will rectify it.
A few months back my dentist told me that I needed a root canal on one of my rear molars. Well, because of the cost of a root canal and having crappy dental insurance, I didn’t have the $800 to get it done. But mainly because, like everyone, I hate dental work.
Well, I waited too long and am paying for it. The tooth has become abscessed and now I have no choice but to get a root canal to make the pain go away. Luckily, my dentist was able to get me in on Thursday morning to get the procedure taken care of. In the meantime, I’ve been doped up on 500mg of a generic hydrocodone to ease the pain.
No other time have I ever looked forward to a dentist visit as I do now. The pain has been so bad, I’ve even been tempted to grab some pliers and pull the damn tooth out myself.

[iTunes was playing “Lonely Soul” by U.N.K.L.E. while I was writing this.]

ER: It’s not just a television show

Out of no where the pain comes. Around 2:00 yesterday I started feeling a very familiar pain in my esophagus due to acid reflux. It’s not often that I feel this pain but it is a very sharp, throbbing pain as if someone is stabbing you with a knife, only it’s from the inside digging out. Before, I’ve been able to take either Alka-Seltzer or one of my acid reflux pills and it would go away within the hour, meanwhile I am in agony until it subsides. However, the pain I felt yesterday was unlike anything I have ever felt, I was in tears. After about 15 minutes of this pain getting worse I said to myself that the only thing that may help me now is an emergency room, luckily there was one just around the corner from my office.

I stepped into my manager’s office and stated “I need someone to take me to the emergency room.” He sat and looked at me in disbelief for a second and asked “Really?” Of course, I said “Yes, really.” We immediately rushed to his car and he drove me around the corner to the hospital. I walked straight to the counter, told them I was having pains in my chest and they immediately took me to a room behind the counter where they proceeded to test me for any heart problems. They put all these little tabs all over my body, which I can only assume was for EKG, and tested my blood pressure and, while in MAJOR pain, asked me questions about myself that I could only reply with short answers in between breaths, all the while the nurse was telling me to regulate my breathing.

When the test were all done and everything came out okay in the heart area they sent me to the reception area to wait until they could find a more permanant room to put me in, while I am still in MAJOR pain. It’s interesting to state that it seemed the pain got worse while I was at the hospital, it was a good thing I decided to go to the hospital when I did.

After about 10 minutes of waiting, they finally escorted me, and my manager, to a room. It was then that I noticed that my ears and mouth area were starting to tingle and getting numb. They laid me down on a bed and put me on more machines and a IV. After this is when it started to become a blur. I remember my mouth and ears were totally numb and mentioning this to the nurse didn’t seem important to them. After a few minutes the doctor came in and asked me more questions, mostly about heart issues, eating habits and medication I was taking. He stated, before he left, that they were going to take blood to see if there was anything they could get from the test. Before he stepped out, I again mentioned to him that my ears and mouth area were unusually numb, he didn’t really seemed concerned. Remember, through all of this I am still in some MAJOR pain.

About 5 minutes after the doctor left, if was then I realized that it wasn’t necessary for Thomas, my manager, to stick around. He had already called Chelby (my roommate and best friend of almost 15 years) for me and the test would take approximately 1 hour. Just before he left, a nurse came in and gave me a liquid to drink, she stated this would numb the pain. It did. This was a relief. Thomas left and the nurse put something in my IV that made me drowsy. Before I knew it, I was out, like a light.

From this point forward it was all a complete blur. I, somewhat, remember the doctor coming in to tell me that the test didn’t show anything abnormal, especially with the heart, and that what it all seemed to be was an extreme case of acid reflux. I never knew acid reflux could be so painful. I then, under a minor stupor, asked him again about the numbness around the ears and mouth, he stated that it was due to me hyperventilating from the pain. But, even at this moment, being the next day, I still have some minor sensations of numbness in my lips and ears.

I was pretty much in and out of sleep until I waited for the nurse to come pull me from all the machines and the IV. The drink I had totally did the job of numbing the pain. After she unplugged me, she escorted me to the reception area while I waited for Chelby to come pick me up (she had been in Melbourne for the day visiting her sister and nephew).

The rest of the night I was completely out. Chelby drove me home, I changed, took some of my acid reflux medicine and passed out in my bed for the rest of the night. This was around 7:00pm.

I can tell you now, after that experience yesterday, I am so fearful of eating and drinking anything at all, or even taking any of my medication that I had been taking this week. I had a root canal on Monday so I had started taking the prescribed penisillin Tuesday night and Wednesday along with the ocassional codine pills for the pain. I’ve been questioning since this incident if the combination of penisillin and the lemonade drinks I had on Wednesday may have caused the extreme reaction. I will be calling my doctor today for an appiontment to start the investigation. If I can at all help it, I don’t want to feel that pain ever again.