Saturday, April 18, 2009

Crack In My Diagnosis Pt 2

Saturday April 11, 2009

8am, in my room and I'm being poked on by numerous nurses. They were focusing so much on my nausea that my bottom pain was being left untreated. My ointments (which were better than nothing) were at home - along with all my pain meds. No problem, right? I was in a hospital! They have all kinds of fun medications there. I told every nurse that came near me that my butt hurt. I needed pain medicine! Every nurse would check my chart and tell me the same thing...E.R. Dr. Doogie didn't write any orders for pain meds. I needed more reasons to dislike Doogie!

It was when the nurse came in with an IV bag full of strong antibiotics that I just about lost it. I knew my body well enough to know that bag was about to kick start some pretty serious diarrhea. The mere thought of what was about to happen to me without my meds had me close to clawing the eyes out of everyone that came near me. Tom was at home - he had left at some point in the middle of the night. I was all alone and feeling helpless.

My white knight came in the form of an awesome doctor by the name of Dr. Edwards. I've not one bad word to say about her (I know! I'm as shocked as you are!) Dr. Edwards is the hospital doctor and was in charge of taking good care of me. She wouldn't allow anyone in my room unless they were wearing a mask, gloves and booties over their shoes. I'm serious! There would be no further germs touching me in that there hospital - not under the watchful eye of (trumpets blasting) Dr. Edwards! (And the crowd goes wild! Woot!)

Dr. Edwards came in my room in an attempt to talk to me about my stomach virus. Can you imagine? I wanted no part of that discussion! I cut her off and told her that I had a fissure in my butt that was on fire. I pleaded with her to help me. She left my room, returned very quickly with a nurse and a shot for my IV. Oh yeah! AHHHH. Sweet relief. We were then able to talk about my tummy issues. I did have a fever but it was pretty low grade - hovering right around 100 degrees. This seemed to concern her, so she let me know she was going to keep me until the next day.

Saturday night was horrible. Even with the shots and the pain pills that Dr. Edwards prescribed, I could not get my butt pain under control. Something felt worse than normal, too. There was a fullness deep inside that was getting worse and I could feel a lump on the outside. I thought I was imagining it. Maybe the pain and all the pain meds were just making me crazy. Of course, feeling lumps everywhere on my body is pretty common now-a-days anyway. But the lump that I felt in my rear seemed so real. Out of desperation I swallowed my humiliation and told my nurse what I felt. I needed her to tell me there was nothing there. I needed her to tell me she felt no lump and it was all in my head. I needed her to look at my butt to see if she saw a lump.

I rolled over, slid off my undies and she saw it right away. She wasn't happy just saying she saw it either. Good heavens, no. Apparently if you see a lump on someone's butt you must also poke it and ask "is this is?" POKE! As she peeled me off the ceiling I was able to mumble yes. When shift change came, the night nurse told the day nurse about the lump she had seen on my rear end. Day shift nurse asked if she could see it too. Yeah, sure. "Is this it?" POKE! A couple hours later Dr. Edwards comes in. "Is this it?" POKE!

Dr. Edwards said she knew of the greatest butt doctor to ever walk the earth and would be contacting him right away. It was Easter Sunday so I figured I wouldn't see him until the following Monday...it gave me ample time to freak out about the butt lump. How wrong I was. I was told Dr. Graham would be in that evening to check (and poke!) my lump. In the mean time, the hospital had called in an infectious disease doctor. He was only supposed to care about my fever and stomach problems.

Sigh...what was one more "is this it?" POKE!

Tomorrow: Dr. Graham and the exam!

6 comments:

  1. Oh no Sheri, you poor lamb! I would probably grab my IV pole and poke someone with it! I am so sorry you are dealing with this on top of everything else. How many medical staff have to ask about it before doing something about it! Sheesh! Praying you get some rest and comfort, blessings to you.

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  2. Is it going to turn out to be a Cadbury Creme Egg? I wonder.
    Without mentioning My Butt, or revealing anything that might be TMI about My Own Butt, while still Totally Sympathizing with You My Awesome Friend, I'll say [very little about My Butt]; while pregnant, and following childbirth I know of Some Women who have had Issues with The Butt and were Freakin' Amazed at HOW MUCH PAIN there can be on The Butt. I'm just saying what I Heard From a Friend.
    Alarming Butt Pain. Terrible.
    I hope it's a Cadbury Creme Egg. Don't keep us in suspense too long.

    yesterday's comment:
    Okay, so the whole time you're in the ER you're still sick? You'd been throwing up and have a low grade fever?
    Sheesh!
    Plus a sore butt?!!
    How do you make it sound so funny??
    I'm glad you’re back.
    I'm betting tomorrow we'll find out it was DOOGIE who saved your life!
    I can’t wait!

    on your facebook: feels good enough tomorrow to finish her hospital story

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  3. I'm glad you are back Sheri and I am staying tune to the big butt lump story. I am guessing it's an abcess but I am sure you'll let us in on the mystery soon. But it seems your spirits have improved alot-very good to hear.

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  4. I just ran across your blog. I was amazed at your dedication at keeping it current when you are in the hospital and obviously in considerable "discomfort". Incidentally I was a cancer nurse for over 20 years. If you are so "neutrapenic" (low white cells) that visitors have to e=wear masks, then the nurses should be checking your butt (and mouth, etc) every shift. Too much at risk for infections, etc. I am also a leukemia and transplant survivor. I just started my own blog. So please stop by for a visit when you feel up to it. www.beingcancer.net Take care, Dennis

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  5. I almost had that figured out, Kelly! (I so totally did not)

    You're half right, Sue! I hope this was just a guess and not something you also had to deal with.

    I will absolutely check out your blog, Dennis. I was getting my mouth checked, but not my butt. Of course once the butt checking started, there seemed to be a line of doctors and nurses who needed to look and poke. Can't say I enjoyed it much.

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  6. Hiya :) Visiting from Mothers With Cancer. I am so sorry about your fissure. I had one too. Nasty buggers. I had a 5 colace a day habit as well as a tube of lidocaine (sp?) next to the toilet. Bleah. Good times. Again, I'm so sorry.

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