Yesterday was a rather traumatic day. The day before yesterday (Wednesday) I had to choke down a gallon of liquid torture in preparation for Thursday's colonoscopy. Everyone assured me, the preparation is the worst part of the entire thing. It would have been...had things gone as they should have.
To begin with, the hospital called and changed my appointment to 11 instead of 10:30. Well, they didn't call me back to the room until 12:30. (We're just running a little behind, they said.) It wouldn't have been so bad, except that I hadn't had anything to drink since 7pm Wednesday, and nothing to eat since Tuesday. Ok.
...it must have only been several seconds later that I woke up with these two weird people over me...I couldn't figure out who they were, where I was and if they were friendlies or not. It was the most awful feeling. I was trembling uncontrollably...my arms felt weak and useless, my head was spinning, and all I knew was "I want Richie!" But no, they said, we're getting your mom, we need to know more about your history. At that point I finally started to realize where I was, and between sobs I asked them what had happened. "We think you had a seizure." They told me. "Has this ever happened before?" "No." "Has anyone in your family ever had a seizure?" "Not that I know of."
I sure was glad to see my mom when they brought her in. We were all pretty upset though that the nurses didn't let Richie come when I asked for him several times, and after my mom told the nurse that I'd probably like to see Richie first.
Anyway, to make a long story short, because they gave me something to drink after the event, and because they didn't want to anesthetize me if it had been a seizure, I wasn't able to have the procedure done at all. Nuts.
The anaesthesiologist was of the opinion that it was a less serious phenomenon...similar to a seizure, but caused by anxiety/fear/stress. Plus, I think I have inherited my mom's ability to pass out when something like this happens. ;-)
It was a pretty disappointing thought that I had suffered though a day of drinking disgusting laxative all for nothing. But I DO BELIEVE that God causes everything to happen for a reason. The doctor wanted to try again next week, but I told him..."Sorry but I don't think I can take 1 glass of that awful stuff again for awhile." So he said he doesn't think it would be a problem at all if I wait until I finish my meds and see if my problem doesn't come back. So far, I am pretty much back to normal; obviously the meds have really helped.
When you think of us, please pray that we would both be able to relax and not stress so much about the upcoming surgery for Richie. I wish we had not been told about what a serious deal the surgery is going to be...that afterwards he will require 24 hrs in the ICU and then 7-10 days in the hospital. I get so worried about whether I'll be able to stay with him in the room. I think I might just loose my mind if I can't. But I also know that the Lord will give us both the strength to get though whatever trials may come. He has been so faithful to us all along.
Richie has been back to work all this week except for yesterday. :-) He is doing such a good job...I can't believe how he's been able to do these things after such a hard blow to his body. He has had some pain this week (headaches, back pain) but nothing serious, praise the Lord! Hopefully he will continue to recover without any complications for the next few weeks.
Thank you so much for all of your prayers, we love you all!