Showing posts with label medical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label medical. Show all posts

February 15, 2013

and then this happened...

you would've thought that having a newborn would be enough excitement for one family to handle, but apparently not in the McCool house. just 12 days after Miss Pink exploded out of my belly, i started to notice a stiffness in my elbow. i just assumed it was part of the new "mom arm" i was acquiring from the constant feeding and carrying, but once the pain started and the swelling...yikes! i like to think i'm pretty tough, but after letting it go for a few days, it was obvious i had to do something other than popping the leftover pain meds from the c-section.
after a call to a friend (who just happens to be family with an orthopedist) we were immediately on our way to get some answers. the first diagnosis was severe arthritis (aka tennis elbow), but even the doctor wasn't 100% on that. he knew it didn't look right, and just having had a baby just complicated things. i was sent home with instructions for ice and ibuprofen. well, a couple days later the swelling and pain just got immensely worse. it was to the point where i couldn't hold Miss Pink, i couldn't burp her, i couldn't change a diaper, i couldn't even get myself dressed. my arm was so jacked up, and did i forget to mention that on top of the pain and swelling, my arm was pretty much immobile. so, after another call to the doctor, we were off for an x-ray (which didn't see much) and then for a MRI. i'm going to skip over the MRI description, because it was by far the most painfully horrific experience i have ever endured. still with no answers to what was going on, we headed to an E-care place to get some blood work done. well, i guess i looked pretty bad, because after 3 hours at the E-care place i was put in an ambulance and shipped off to the closest hospital.

i'm not going to lie, i was pretty damn scared at this point. not knowing what's going on with your body is pretty scary, especially when you have a 2 week old baby at home. the first night in the hospital wasn't so bad, except for the constant monitoring from the nurses, having to get up and pump & dump (just another painful thing to do with a 2 week old) every couple hours, and the constant beeping from machines. i was seen by 3 different doctors, an internal medicine doc, an orthopedic surgeon, and the infectious disease guy. talk about fun times. the consensus was that i had some kind of infection, but no one knew what kind or from what. i stayed on IV antibiotics for the next 4 days. by the end of the week, the surgeon said they were going in to surgically drain the fluid from my arm and remove and infected areas. what the what?! exactly what i said.

let's just say that surgery went extremely well. they removed the bursa from my elbow, which was the most infected area. i was told it was septic bursitis and cellulitis, but still no clue how i got it. after a few more days of IV antibiotics, the swelling finally went down. i spent 7 days in the hospital from some freak unknown infection. i was away from my family for a week, and it wasn't even a vacation. you know you've been in a hospital too long when the food there actually starts to taste decent. i will say that i was lucky to have the best family a girl could ask for. my mom was here, my mother-in-law came, and my sister left her own family to come take care of mine. and i can't forget the awesome group of friends who also helped take care of my family. i might have been eating some fabulous watered down mashed potatoes, but the rest of my gang was happily eating some well prepared meals from some very caring friends. 


i've been home for a couple weeks now, but it's been tough getting back into the swing of things. surgery alone is tough to recover from (and don't forget i just had a c-section a couple weeks before this), but then throw in a newborn and 3 active boys...WTF?! wonder what the rest of the year has to offer...


July 14, 2011

Happy Birthday Little Sister...

today is the celebration of the 32nd anniversary of the year my little sister jumped out of mom's lady parts. i'm so excited to say that i have a sister (although those years between 1989-1992 were a little sketchy). i feel a little guilty that for years everyone thought she was the older one (even though i have her by 3 1/2 years). but now, she is definitely holding up better as the "younger" one. i'm so proud that i have such a loving and courageous person to call my family. last year this is how we celebrated her birthday:
it was a crazy sweaty night of sushi (her very first), drinks, and dancing. we had a blast, and figured out how to get free drinks...wear a birthday hat! but this year, things are a little different, because this is how my sister is spending her 32nd birthday:

my nephew has been in and out of the hospital all summer. after having reconstructive surgery last month, he was rushed back to the hospital last weekend due to some unexplained infection*. my poor sister and her family have been dealing with incompetent hospital staff, lack of sleep, lack of decent food, and definitely a lack of strong alcoholic drinks. i'm really hoping that someone in that hospital serves an acceptable birthday cake for my sister, because she more than deserves it.

i wish more than anything i could just give my sister a hug for her birthday (don't worry i actually did get her a gift, and it was the bomb diggity if i say so myself). i miss being able to hang with her and laugh and joke about the silly things in life. i wish that she didn't have to struggle with inserting tubes and dealing with bodily functions that would make most people faint. but for whatever reason, she was chosen to have the most wonderful little boy anyone could ask for. i'm so proud of her and i love her even more because of it. she's my sister damn it and i'll punch you in the stomach if you hurt her! it's too bad i can't just punch someone right now so that she could just go home on her birthday and enjoy her day without medical staff around. 

so, cheers little sister. i raise my spiked morning coffee to you in hopes that you'll be joining me very soon in a well deserved birthday cocktail...