Quarantine

The past couple of weeks have been a crazy, sickly mess for me! It started about two weeks ago when I woke up early Friday morning and couldn't stop throwing up. I couldn't even keep water down so husband drove me to the doctor. I was still throwing up but they couldn't give me any IV fluids there because they were out of the IV tubing. The doctor told me if I needed fluids I could go to the ER, but I said I'd rather go home and try drinking water again. They took blood and gave me a shot for nausea, but I was so dehydrated that I passed out at some point. When I came to, I couldn't figure out why husband was saying my name over and over and why everyone was staring at me! So at that point, going to the ER was no longer a choice, so they wheeled me out to the car and I was whisked away. It took six different people three hours to finally get an IV started... that was pleasant. They gave me two bags of fluids, tested me for more things (all of which came back normal), and sent me home. I spent the next couple of days in bed, sucking on ice chips and popsicles.

Cut to three days later. I was finally starting to feel normal-ish again. Husband and I even went to see a movie that was required for one of my classes! Everything was great. Until I woke up early Sunday, throwing up again. I puked every 20-30 minutes for about nine hours, and we finally got the on-call doctor at my doctor's office to get me another prescription for anti-nausea medicine. I spent another day in bed and went back to the doctor the next day. They took more blood, everything came back normal, and told me that they wanted to CT my pancreas. Joy.

It's not the flu, it's not anemia, or diabetes, or ebola, or measles, or pregnancy. My hopes aren't high for pancreatitis, either. I'm assuming they will also check out my gallbladder during the CT, and my next thought is to be tested for celiac. The CT scan is tomorrow and my fingers are crossed that I can get some answers. On the bright side, it's only February and we've almost met our deductible!

My appetite is completely gone and I'm surviving on 600 calories a day on a good day, 300 calories on a bad day, if I eat anything at all. I think I ate nothing but Saltine crackers for about 48 hours at one point. I'm sure some people think I am just looking for attention or sympathy with all of the updates I've been posting on Facebook and Instagram, but that's not the case at all. I know there are people praying for me, and I want to give them a specific way to pray for me. I also want to keep people in the loop so I don't get a bunch of different people asking how I'm doing all day. And I'm definitely not looking for attention or sympathy. I would much rather feel like my old self again than feeling like I'm two steps from death at all times. I haven't gone to Zumba in over two weeks, I barely leave the house except to go to work, and all I want to do all day is lay in bed. That's not fun. That's not worth the sympathy. I believe God is taking care of me, and I believe everything happens for a reason. I'm just ready for that reason to reveal itself! :)