#10 What tha!......Did NOT see that coming!
A couple of unexpected events
Sonya M.
3 min read
Just stepping back momentarily to the long weekend.
It's been a week since the first round of chemo and I have to say I was feeling pritt-eee good by that Friday. I mean I still felt like rubbish but you know, premium rubbish. The kind of rubbish where you think "Well I could feel worse" and that counts as optimism....remember that for in a moment.
Friday was like any other Friday, nothing exciting to report there, however it would become far more interesting when Friday night was like "hold my beer!"
Sometime around I can't even remember when, my lower back started to ache a bit. I thought, that's a bit odd but thought no more of it because it. Now remember, my Friday was going pretty good and I could have been feeling worse.
Sometime around 1.32am PRECISELY because I am not going to forget that time, I woke up to THE most ridiculous pain I think I have experienced, in my lower back. It was coming in waves, like contractions but in my lower back. Sitting, laying only seemed to aggravate it. So I got out of bed, took my temp because I thought maybe this was something like an infection and Doctor said, temp of 38, straight to ED. However it was all good, so I made a cuppa [because that fixes everything except whatever the hell this was] and proceeded to wander. Wandered to the remote for the TV, nothing to see there, wandered back to my cuppa, then after a bit made another cuppa and then had to wander to the loo.
At some point, around stupid o'clock in the morning, I felt I had to try and get some rest so back to bed I went only to re-commence wandering a few moments later. The F-bombs were starting to drop like confetti at a wedding because the pain was not letting up, it was intensifying. So anyway, we get the idea of how the rest of the 'night' went.
At some point later on Saturday morning I decided it was time to go to the hospital and so off we went, Rob behind the wheel and me doing my absolute best because remember, sitting made it worse.
I "walk" into the ED and up to the reception while Rob parked. I am doing my absolute best to explain what was happening and thank goodness the lady on reception knew me because she just asked me questions and I was able to nod or give a thumbs up because by now talking was not really an option because of the pain.
Enter triage and the triage nurse asks, one a scale of 1 - 10, 10 being the worst pain ever what would you rate it? As I started to speak another spasm, contraction whatever it was came on and I produced an agonising noise, no words, and the triage nurse promptly said "I think we'll just go with a 10".
So long story short, I spent the majority of the day in the ED at Casino Hospital being looked after by the amazing Doctor and nurses there and the heavy duty painkillers did their job. Still to this day do not know what it was. They ran tests, thinking maybe kidney stone but even that was a long shot. No idea, but by Sunday morning it was all okay again.
Now comes Sunday evening! Sunday went well and now it was evening. Sitting down to a perfectly cooked steak courtesy of Rob's great cooking when I felt I was getting hot. I whip out my trusty thermometer and yep 38.3 degrees. I look at my plate, at my barely touched steak and decide I am taking my temp again, just to be sure because we have a rib fillet at stake [stake, steak.....see what I did there]. Still 38.3 degrees. So off to the ED once again.
This resulted in IV antibotics before a trip to Lismore Base where I would stay until Tuesday getting IV antibiotics every 6 hours. Super good fun! In all seriousness though, I was where I needed to be.
Cheers until the next blog......PS: so far so good after round 2. Monday has been a much better day than Sunday!