One of my friend’s brother’s cats died yesterday. Even though I never knew this cat, or these people (apart from carving pumpkins with them) I know that losing any member of your family is devastating.
An illustration from a storybook I was commissioned to do straight out of the hospital, this is a little more detailed than the client wants but I’m in love with it.
So on the 14th I got stomach cramps. We thought it was just abdominal muscles cramping, which doesn’t make sense because I dont work out. By the night of the 16th I was in pain, incapable of getting up and walking around, so I decided to go to the local medicentre to get a diagnoses on the 17th.
This was a bad move as that day was a holiday and the doctor didn’t really care. He misdiagnosed me with IBS and told me to eat some yogurt. By the next day, the yogurt made me much worse, and I knew this was going to need a hospital stay. For future reference, you know your body better than any doctor does. If you think its A but doctor tells you its B, get a second opinion. Misdiagnoses happen very often.
You know when you hear someone close to you is in the hospital, and you immediately think “im glad that isn’t me”? Its pretty damned weird when it IS you. No one likes being reminded of their mortality. So I anxiously packed some things, (mostly yarn) and waited for my mother to pick me up.
I got to emergency at 3:30pm on the 19th, and by 9pm I had seen a doctor. They held me for a while, gave me a shot of painkiller (which nearly made me pass out completely) and by 3am we were sent home for less than 5 hours sleep before my ultrasound the next day.
After the ultrasound on the 20th, we went back to emergency for results. They decided to keep me and diagnosed me with Pancreatitis. They put an IV in my arm that prevented me from bending it and thus prevented me from knitting. I got a bed by 1am, and let me tell you as a hospital patient: Time decides how fast it wants to go in there. You’re woken up so often you’re not sure how long you’ve slept, nurses are coming by to check vitals and poke you for blood tests, you have visitors who dont understand that you’ve just had a shot of painkiller and can’t hold up a conversation, or just so drowsy that you can’t stay awake.
Its technically been only 4 days here. It feels like a week. Since my condition involved the organ that helps the stomach digest, they refused any food until I stopped asking for painkillers. My first meal was the 22nd and it was orange juice and jello. I was on liquids all Saturday, and my first solid food was their mac n’ cheese. (Tasted like airplane food…Yeah.) I have some pancreatic bruising, and am a little weak due to not walking much up until last night.
Now tomorrow is the 24th and I’m hopefully being discharged at 11am. I can’t wait, and I’m really happy I got the care I did. I’m glad I live in Alberta, Canada and I won’t be getting a bill when I leave. This was a cool experience overall and Im going to do everything in my power to prevent ever coming back here as a patient ever again.
Here’s a couple pics from my ultrasound, check out the lower left. ;)
My Witchsona. She mainly uses dream magic, as well as illusion.