Well, Saturday night I was discharged from the hospital after appearing to be in pretty good shape. My lab work looked good, my pain was down, and the doctors decided to send me home on an antibiotic. Strangely enough, they didn't prescribe me any painkillers, telling me that ibuprofen and acetaminophen should do the trick.
They did, but only for one short evening. On the ride home with my dad, I started sweating profusely, but that may have been the very high humidity on Saturday. Then we picked up my prescription at the grocery store, and while we were waiting for it to be filled, I got a few bad chills just being in the air conditioning.
Once we got home, I was doing better, but feeling very tired. After all, I had gone 48 hours from Wednesday to Friday without eating, and hadn't eaten too much even once I was allowed to. I just rested and had a light dinner, watched about half of the Indiana Jones trilogy playing on TNT, and then took a small pile of ibuprofen to allow me to sleep.
Well, after a fairly calm night (I got about 6 hours of sleep, with only limited interruption), I woke up and my pain started taking off. By mid-morning, I couldn't find any position to sit, lay or stand for more than two minutes without a lot of pain. I called my doctor and got a prescription for some stronger painkillers, but even a few hours after after taking those found no relief.
So I once again called up my doctor, and she told me to make my way back to the hospital. Now, I'm back here, not eating or drinking again, looking at probable surgery in the next few days.
I'm sure I'll be writing on here plenty, because a hospital bed becomes pretty boring pretty fast. However, it's great for my diet as I've lost a good seven pounds in the past week.