I said before I'd tell more about my illness later. Well, it's later.
I was hospitalized due to Pelvic Inflammatory Disease (due to bacterial vaginosis...NOT an STD which the doctors would not believe until the cultures came back proving neither myself nor my husband cheated on each other and gave each other a disease!) after an ER visit had me admitted for fear of abcess and the need for surgery. I was really sick with high fever and extreme pain. They gave me morphine in the ER for pain, then dilaudid (I think that's how it's spelled) once admitted, then Percocet as the pain went down. Apparently, the flu I thought I had with fever for four days a few weeks ago was the start of the infection raging through my reproductive organs until they were screaming at me to get to the hospital.
The drugs at the hospital made me so tired. I didn't need any type of sleep aid to get me to sleep. Unfortunately, the antibiotics (Gentamicin and Clindamycin) they had me on had such bad side effects (dizziness, nausea, ear pain and hallucinations) that I was happy to get off them after 2-1/2 days when I got sent home. I think it was the Gentamicin that did all that to me. The faces flying at me in my head were bad enough (and the evil grins some of the faces gave me were downright scary) but when the Virgin Mary statue outside my hospital window turned and looked at me several times, I rang for the nurse to get me off the medications!
I may be infertile now. I'm not sure until I see my gynecologist for further testing to see what, if any, scarring was done to my girl bits. Since we have our four kids and my husband's two children, we weren't planning on having anymore children anyway so that's not a real heartbreaker for me. I don't like the fact that my choices may have been taken away but it's not like we ever planned to have another child anyway.
I'm still on antibiotics and the pain comes and goes. I'm still healing. I think it's going to be awhile before I'm back to 100% me.
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