Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Happy New Year & Stomach Flu Adventures

Happy New Year! I hope 2012 has been a peaceful start for you and yours. I know it's, like, half-way through January but, for me, the new year has been a rough couple of weeks.

I'm putting "the Housewife" voice away for this blog. Long story but, I've been enduring (and ignoring) a very annoying and persistent feeling of pressure under my left ribs. Not pain...just pressure. To be brutally honest, I've been ignoring it for about a year. That's a long time and I'm fairly embarrassed about not doing anything about it but, when things get busy, mom and her body get put on the shelf. I know many of you can relate to this.

Christmas Eve, my daughter caught the stomach flu and we spent much of the night either hovering around the potty or in her bed with a big plastic bowl. Not fun. Poor baby was still sick on Christmas day and spent her time opening presents laying on the carpet between paper tearing. She recovered that evening. What a relief!

Late Christmas night I also succumbed to this horrible flu, and spent half the night kissing the porcelain gods, puking my brains out.

I spent the next day in bed and, thank GOD, The Hubs had taken the week off to spend with the family. But, the week ended up him taking the kids out to activities as I stayed in bed, not even able to get up to eat. I was sooooo sick. Sicker than I've been in years.

On day six, I was in tears I was so frustrated because I wasn't feeling any better than I did on day one. I wasn't able to play with my kids and their new Christmas toys, I wasn't able to go out to brunch with the family, I wasn't able to enjoy winter vacation with the people I love the most. I went through a rainbow of feelings: frustration, resentment, guilt, confusion, fear. It was like the entire year's worth of super-mom repression came out in one...big...fucking stomach flu.

Not a smart thing to do, but I started googling my symptoms, because I was convinced I could stick this out on my own. I'm a strong, capable woman! I run an entire family! I can do this! I tried to put on a strong face for The Hubs but, inside, I was preparing to die (felt like I was going to). A little dramatic? Maybe. But again, theses emotions of fear and frustration where coming out and I had NO idea they were even in there. Googling didn't do me any good but instead freaked me out even more. (forehead slap, I know)

Anyway, I called my mom in California, God bless her, and cried. I told her I was freaked and sick. She said something to me that I won't forget for a long time. She said "Tasha, you need to go downstairs and tell The Hubs to take you to the hospital right now, and I'm not hanging up until I hear you say that to him."

So I cried a little more and then agreed. The Hubs packed me and the kids up and I visited the ER for the very first time in my entire adult life. I told The Hubs to take the kids home and I'd call him when I knew more. I cried to the receptionist. I cried to the nurse. I cried to the ER doctor. He initially thought I had a kidney stone. He ran blood work and ordered a cat scan.

I waited in my little room on New Year's Day, alone, and cried some more. I sat there for hours and reflected at just how alone I felt. I had no one to call to come and sit with me. No one, other than my husband and my mom across the country, even knew where I was or what I was feeling. I had to just sit there and deal. Just me. Now, let me say how grateful I am to have a loving, supportive husband that could take my kids home for me. So grateful. But I have not felt more alone (since we moved to Philly two years ago) than I did in that hospital room.

The nurse even asked me "honey, do you suffer from some depression?" and I simply answered

Nooooooo, I just need a good cry...

And I did. And it felt good.

The good news is the tests and cat scat all came back normal. Normal?! No tumor. No kidney stone. No elevated levels in my blood. No swollen organs. The doctor said that I probably have IBS (irritable bowel syndrome) due to stress combined with a spasming stomach and a wicked stomach flu.


I was relieved to hear it wasn't something more serious, and I think my sickness was as much emotional as it was physical. But, since then, I've still been dealing with the weird pressure feeling (it reminds me of a baby's foot pushing against your ribs when pregnant -and I ain't pregnant) that hasn't gone away, severe nausea every single day (soooo freaking annoying) and zero energy.

The moral of this story? It's my New Year's resolution: to take better care of my body, cause I ain't gettin any younger. And, I'm telling you, as a blogger that's putting it all out there lol, that so do YOU. Beacuse if you're a mom and a wife, you're most likely ignoring something too. Are you? I'm too smart to let it get to the point it did on New Year's Day again. And, if you're reading this, take this as your signal.

So that's where I've been for the last few weeks. The best news is I'm still here. And I will overcome this. Come hell or high water, I'll beat this bump in the road and keep walkin forward.

Peace, love and hair grease, peeps.


Mrs. Jeremy said...

Oh my GOD T!! I knew you said you were in the ER but didn't realize what a dark hole you were in :( Glad you are feeling better and I'm on board with treating our bodies better in 2012!! ;)

Merrie said...

Oh how I wish I could have been someone you could have called. I have been there and it's so awful to be there alone. So glad you went and I hope you're feeling better. As my wonderful Dr Bob used to tell me -- If I go down, everyone goes down, so we have to take care of ourselves. I'm glad you're mom helped you high tail it into caring for you.

TTownDiva said...

OMG! I had no idea! I am so sorry. You could of texted me. I would have kept you company thru text. I know it's not the same, but I swear it helps.

Unknown said...

Dear mom, not mine, but you are so dear and sweet that I have to call you like that. I have reed your post and you almost made me cry.
Since I am daughter too and currently suffer from stomach flu, I realized I haven't pay enough attention on my mom. I spent more time in googling about my illness and trying to understand it and put together on my blog than with her, and she is giving her best to help me and make me feel better. Ok now I'm crying... I am going to spend some time with her. Thank you for your beautiful existence. I hope you get better and I wish you all the best.

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