Here is the “Not” Fun Part
So we mentioned that CKnight had a reason to not fully trust the drug lady we had that day (he said he was because she was a red head). Abot 9pm at night Derrian started to not feel good. Nothing to bad at first, but it slowly got worse and worse until it lead to puking in a trash can, puking in a toilet, then puking in a different toilet.
There are a couple things they tell you to watch out for during all the meds and surgery. Sever stomach cramps, puking, dizziness, fever…. Yep, got all of those but the last. So at 10:30 pm we are off to the ER downtown.
We had to make one quick pull over on the side of a large bridge or risk a pukey interior of a car. Luckily the ER and Hospital is just a quick drive. But of course it is the in the middle of the night, they are short staffed, the front desk lady looks liek she wants to be anywhere else BUT working that night. We are in the large cities downtown, which means there are some shady people going in and out, but at least there is a on duty cop, we’re sure just in case 😛
Check in is a bit too much for Derrian and she gets to go puke in her third toilet of the night, the joys! And basically goes in and out of the bathroom for about an hours as we wait, and wait, and wait. There was probably one person before us.
Thankfully a room becomes available and the doctor and a sweet older gentleman, whom you just know if going to everything rainbows and skittles again.
Derrian tries to pass out on the bed (but, unfortunately for her, can’t). They take samples of about every fluid they can (ever try peeing in a bed pan…?! How the heck does either sex accomplish that we have NO clue). CKnight wins husband of the year award (for the 7th year in a row) for doing simple things that helps her focus on anything but the pain she is in and her inability to pass out on command.
The Docs get her hooked up a cocktail of fluids, morphine, and anti-nausea meds. It is all wonderful at that point, Morphine is wonderful, and not puking is very wonderful. And we sit for hours and it all goes through the IV (Yay for double arm pricks!)
3am and we finally got back home and to bed. Not that Derrian stayed there very much, up and to the bathroom every hour. Luckily no more puking for that girl though!
It turned into a fun 2 days. She stayed on anti-nausea meds, ate next to nothing and could barley drink water. Best diet every! But we would not recommend it on our worst enemies. She lost 4 lbs in 24 hours.
Between the ER Doc tor and Nurse l33T Joy, we were given the conclusion that it was a bad reaction to the anesthetic. Oh joy, now we have to remember that when they ask us the question “Have you or a member of your family ever had a bad reaction to anesthetic?” It only took us 6 surgeries to figure this out….
We are not amused…