Remember that 3 mm stone I told you about on Thursday? Yeah, you know... the one that I was supposed to pee out sometimes over the next few days? HA. It had other ideas.
Saturday night the pain hit me like a truck. I was damn near hysterical trying to get hubs to call the next-door neighbor to take me to ER. He ended up calling my sister so she could stay with the kids and he could come with me. We got there just in time because I started throwing up right in triage. Gross, I know. The good thing is that made me a high priority case, and I didn't have to wait very long to get some help.
To make a long story short, I ended up getting admitted. I had surgery Monday night to have it removed, and of course, to have a stent placed. Luckily, the stent comes out this Friday already. Know what else? For whatever reason, no one saw it necessary to unfill my band. I must have told at least eight different nurses and doctors about it, and they all acted like they didn't know what I was talking about. I feel like I got away with something here. At least my good fill is still intact.
So the rest of this week for me will be full of well-timed Vicodin and Pyridium. Just gotta make it a few days, and then this current nightmare will be over.
In other news... I got a promotion at work! I am now a supervisor!!!! I have wanted out of direct patient care for awhile, and this is my first step there. The best part is, I'm still in the same department, but working with a group that I haven't worked directly with before. So, I don't have to totally say goodbye to my old coworkers. I am so super excited about this!!!
As for weight, I will hop on the scale in the morning. I didn't eat for about 36 hours in the hospital, but I also am a fair bit constipated from the Vicodin, so I'm not sure how it's going to shake out. Wish me luck!