Pancre-Ass Act 2

“Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.”

-F. Scott Fitzgerald


If you’re just getting here please read the first part of this story at Pancre-Ass Act 1.

So here we are, nine months out from my last surgery.  I can normally be found attached to my heating pad on any given day, which has caused a permanent “burn” to my stomach from living with it on my tummy trying to help with the pain.  I’m pretty tethered to my home these days by either my heating pad or my many medications.  I can’t just run out on errands without planning or a designated driver because I need to take narcotics and anti-nausea medication that make it unsafe for me to drive.  So I plan my outings for when my medication is wearing off and I can safely drive.  Every day I take two different pain medications, one a narcotic, the other a “synthetic narcotic” that makes my pain manageable.  I also take two different anti-nausea medications, one that is incredibly sedating and the other, while it does not make me sleepy, its made for cancer patients and the chemotherapy induced nausea.  This second pill is incredibly expensive and costs about $30 a pill.  So needless to say, my insurance only allows me so many of these a month.

As I’ve previously mentioned, I was in the Air Force.  All this began in 2004 about 3 years into my enlistment.  I finally was medically retired in December of 2008.  So I’ve been able to keep my health insurance and get a small retirement check every month.  This is nice because Husband and I don’t have to worry much about the costs of my care and we can afford for me to be sick.  I don’t have to work if I don’t want to and am able to go back to school full time now.

I bet you’re wondering exactly how much patient care I’ve racked up so let me tell you.  I have had 5 ERCP’s, my gallbladder removed, my appendix removed and polyps removed from my uterus.  I have been admitted to the hospital for pancreatitis 6 times and I have lost count the ER visits for when I lose control of my pain and can’t handle it at home any more.  My ER visits normally entail IV fluids, a crazy amount of narcotics, assorted non-narcotic pain medications, multiple doses of anti-nausea medication, blood draws to make sure my liver and pancreatic enzymes are too crazy high warranting an actual hospital admission and an occasional CT scan or abdominal x-ray just to cover the ER doc’s butt and make sure I don’t have some weird tumor or obstruction causing my issues.

I hate ER’s.  HATE HATE HATE them… Well I hate being a patient in them.  I love working in the ER.  Because ER’s deal with all the crayzee who want these drugs and its hard not to be looked at questionably until they read my history.  And then I get absolutely snowed from all the drugs they start pumping through my IV.  And there are good nurses and not-so-great nurses.  The doctors normally are totally understanding and way helpful.  But the nurses can sometimes be real bitches.

Look, I know how it rolls in ERs.  I’ve worked in them my whole professional career until recently.  And some people are just lazy, crazy, bitchy, and/or burnt out and need to move on.  The worst is I’ll occasionally get a nurse who forgets how to push certain drugs and I end up with my arm on fire because they pushed a medication too fast.  Or they don’t listen to me when I tell them my IV has infiltrated again.  And don’t even get me started on telling them I’m a hard stick.  I never tell anyone anymore, I just let them figure it out for themselves.  Because I have learned the HARD WAY that if you tell the person putting in your IV that you are a hard stick they will blow it off and go out of their way to prove your wrong even if that means sticking you 17 times.  YES, once I was so sick I went through 17 sticks before I was able to get an IV.  I do have a rule though.  If you are rude and not nice to me you get two tries, move on let someone else try it because I’m already sick I don’t need you taking your angst out on me.  If you are pleasant about it though, I’ll let you stick me ’til the cows come home because I know its not your fault.  It’s my veins, they suck and pretty much don’t want to participate.  Oh and by the way… Husband is a medic by trade too courtesy of the Air Force and he has a time or two gotten frustrated with the medical staff and started my IV’s for me.

Oh and I forgot to mention the best part, with all my liver issues I bruise incredibly easily.  And all the blood draws and IV’s needed for my tests often make my arms look like a druggy.  There have been days when Husband refuses to let me leave the house without long sleeves on because he’s afraid people will think he’s beating me.

But we make it through it all some how.  It’s become our life and I know its hard for people to understand it.  My parents are wonderful though albeit a little frustrated sometimes because its hard for them to see me so sick and in the hospital all the time.  My mother worries about all my ER visits and hospital admissions and always tries to convince me to let her rush to my side.  Normally I successfully can convince her I’m fine and Husband is taking good care of me.  But now that we live 4 hours away from her, here in DC, instead of the 10 hours we were when we lived in Ohio… I’m thinking I won’t be able to convince her to stay at home anymore.  But that’s fine.  Being in the hospital is really boring and even with all the crazy drugs its no fun.  So all visitors are welcome and I’ve been told I can be pretty entertaining while attached to the Demerol and/or Morphine drip.

Husband and I have it down to a science though.  Before each of my surgeries, I pack a back of essentials.  Underwear, comfortable bras, socks, yoga pants, tank tops and cardigan sweaters.  I throw in some toiletries, like those nice face wipes, Clinique face lotion, my Johnson’s baby lotion for my skin, a comb, a new toothbrush and toothpaste, deodorant.  I normally put in a book that I never read because the drugs make it hard to focus and read.   I put some new DVD movies and my old faves in a travel CD book and pack that too.  I make sure my computer, Nintendo DS, my games, my iPod and all my chargers are packed.  And we put that aside so when I eventually am admitted, Husband can just run home and I have all my creature comforts.

The clothes are the most important part though.  I hate, hate, hate hospital gowns.  They are uncomfortable and completely unflattering.  So I like to bring my own clothes.  The clothes serve a purpose though and that’s why I always bring my own.

Because all the IV contrasts from the ERCP’s and MRI’s and CT’s and all the drugs are so harsh on my veins, my veins are really bad.  I have little veins and they are angry angry after years of medical drama.  And normally I end up with some sort of semi-permanent IV access such as a PICC line or central line.  This is always better in the long run because then I can have a couple different IV fluids running at the same time, have my medication given to me on time, and they have an easy way to draw my blood with out poking and re-poking and re-poking.

The tank tops are important so I don’t have to strip everytime my lines need to be fussed with.  They provide easy access to my chest or arms and I can retain some of my modesty.  And my cardigans provide warmth while being gentle and stretch around any lines coming from my arms.  Plus just because I’m sick, it doesn’t mean I have to be unfashionable.  I normally pack my most colorful sweaters, the bright colors or the fun polka dot ones.  And my socks are always colorful.  I have a million of ankle socks in every color and pattern available.  Because looking down at my feet in my hospital bed, seeing purple polka dots makes my heart happy.

Husband is always great to me during this time and never lets me see his fear.  If anything he takes the opportunity to razz on me a little bit more.  😉  He always sneaks me in an ICEE or two.  He rubs my swollen feet caused by all the IV fluids and puts lotion on my itchy dry legs.  In the ER and right after my procedures, he’ll read to me.  And he such a good sport because he reads whatever I happen to be reading at the time, even if its one of those guilty pleasure romance novels by Nora Roberts.  He is a fabulous husband and I love him dearly, but the fact that he reads to me is what melts my heart.  He hates it, I know, but he does it without complaint and even grudgingly gets into the story and will do voices.

So there it is.  The whole story.  Don’t be afraid to ask questions.  If I wasn’t clear on something let me know!  Or if you just want to know all the little, juicy details I will share!  I have come to terms with my life and it is kinda cathartic talking about it all.

In another post I’ll talk about my fears for the future.  But I feel I’ve said enough for now and I need to give y’all a chance to digest (pun intended) all the information given to you today.

I have an appointment at Georgetown with my doctor in two weeks and we’ll be scheduling my next ERCP then.  I’m dreading the surgery but looking forward to being off the drugs again for awhile.  Its always fun being healthy again, even temporarily, and I normally go a little wild.  Last time I got a tattoo.  This time, I’m starting school so I’m thinking thats enough adventure for this heathly cycle.


14 Responses to “Pancre-Ass Act 2”

  1. I dont have any questions, but just wanted to let you know that I’m thinking of you and hoping that you are once again feeling fabulous by December for your trip.


    Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! I guess I missed the first post. I can’t even imagine. I don’t even know what to say!

    But your DH reading to you got me teary! 😉

    So what does this mean about fertility for you? So you feel good for 6 months then you have your ERCP, then you are good for 6 months again? Did I read correctly you are on pain meds all the time! It makes me shake! For some reason I thought you worked?

    I love that quote, how true is that!?!? I do still totally love you! 🙂 I fall in love quickly! hahaha!

    • Alison Says:

      Yeah so that’s why this makes my fertility issues even a bigger deal. We pretty much give up each year after a certain point because I can’t be really sick and pregnant because all the tests that need to be done require a lot of xray exposure. So we try very actively for a few months 😉 then have to put it on the back burner. Its a bummer but I really just don’t feel it would be fair to Husband for him to have to deal with new baby and then me, an old baby, having to have one of my ERCP’s right afterwards…and then all the complications… not cool.
      SO…… yeah right now I’m on a lot of meds and not working. I was working for a few months after I was medically retired from the Air Force in an ER around here but stopped when I started getting sick again. Husband and I decided that since I was going back to school full time in the fall and wouldn’t be working then anyways…. me being at home now wouldn’t make much a difference.
      So no I am stay at home wife or as I’ve termed myself “Executive Vice President of Domestic Affairs”.

  3. Love the idea of your hospital bag. It sounds like something that would run in an uber-cool Martha Stewart mag.

    What are the fave movies? Do you have different ones for the hospital than for home?

    • Alison Says:

      Jendeis my dear…. you know what? You’ve just inspired a new post for me. About movies! Because that’s another one of my obsessions. But short answer for you right now is I normally sift through my DVD books and pull what jumps out at me. And yes, I have that many movies that in order to minimize the space they take up, I’ve put all the DVD’s into those huge CD books that hold like 300 discs.
      But I do have go to movies that I can watch over and over and over and over again. And I mean literally on repeat x 20 times. Just to name a few….
      The American President with Michael Douglas and Annette Bening
      National Treasure with Nicholas Cage
      Sense & Sensibility
      and I’m normally toting Two Weeks Notice with Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock because this is one of Husband’s favorite movies. Yes I am serious. He loves that movie and he laughs every time. Its a great movie too but I always have it so when I’m in and out of my drugged unconsciousness he has something for him to watch…. bc his comfort is important too.

  4. Thank you for stopping by. Adoption was not an easy decision for us to make. It took a long time to figure out it was the route we wanted to take. The answers come in time.

  5. witfactory Says:

    I know you’ve explained this to me in great lenght before but seeing it in writing helps with my audio-visual learning. I know – I’m special.

    Anywho – you know I love being the lurking hospital visitor, so I would love to come see you next time this inevitable procedure takes place. And reading about Husband reading to you – I got a little teary too! He really is a sweet guy. Better than some of those other ones from back in the day…….:0)

    You know I lova you and would totally be right there with you if this all had taken place 10 years ago. But you have Husband now so as your BFF I will resist until called. And I’m looking forward to that movie post. That’s gonna be a long one! (Don’t forget to give a shout-out to 10 Things I Hate About You!)

    • Alison Says:

      oh VISIT yes please…. i get so bored in the hospital… and even though apparently i’m quite entertaining while attached to those morphine drips….visitors are always welcome and a nice diversion from the poking and prodding…. oh and flowers…crazy big bouquets with purple, orange, pinks, greens!

      • witfactory Says:

        Flowers it is. And Sprite. And Cosmo. And Ferrero Rocher. And a mylar balloon. Consider it done.

      • Alison Says:

        Well i’ve moved on from the days of Cosmo… Being married an all… don’t really have much need to those secrets to the world anymore! My guilty plesure magazines these days are……anything with beautiful food on the front, or something incredibly dorky like Popular Science….you know where I can learn something weird and pester Husband with the did you know? did you know? hey listen to this!?

    • Alison Says:

      Don’t get me started on 10 Things I Hate About You…..that movie yes used to be on my fave list BUT I just can’t watch any movie made with Health Ledger in it anymore. I don’t know exactly except that he really was such a good actor and just watching him now makes my heart sad.

  6. Stacy Says:

    wow, I remember that day we stuck you 17 times and counting! miss ya

  7. I just stumbled upon your blog. Oh man I know how you feel I too have a crazy pancre-ass (I love that term!) though mine is crazy for different reasons. And I am way tooooo familiar with the Georgetown endoscopy-having had like 4 of the dang procedures in the past year. It sucks, doesn’t it? Its great to hear about someone else whos going through this though, sometimes I feel so alone.

  8. Wow. Again, you are an amazingly strong women. Inspiring!

    I love your hospital bag idea – you’re a pro. 🙂

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