Welp….I did all that stuff for my endoscopy yesterday for nothing. I followed their instructions about when not to eat and whatnot, I went at 7:30 in the morning, got IV’d, laid there waiting for a long time, got put under and…they couldn’t complete the damn procedure. Because there was still food in my stomach, because of my stupid diabetes meds! I have to go back in a month and have it done, but this time I can’t eat for a whole day before. 🫤 I can’t describe how much I hate that. I had to fast for a whole week before when I was going to have surgery, and it was miserable. This isn’t nearly as bad, obviously, but I still hate being hangry! I don’t think anyone likes being hangry. It sucks.
Lauren is coming tomorrow, and I think we’re supposed to be filling my pills or something, can’t remember. Yeah, I’m going to have to learn to do that myself as part of this independence thing. Thing is, I’m afraid I’ll mess up and accidentally overdose on something or get really messed up. I am not known for my attention span abilities. I get confused really easily and have difficulty with instructions. Mom wrote all this shit down for me. Pray I don’t screw it up. I hope me and Lauren can do something aside from sorting out my pills, because how fricken boring is that 😅
Dad is still really messed up, and I kind of want to (literally) smack some sense into him. He can’t WALK, he can’t eat, liver still hurts, still has a temperature, etc. Mom thinks he doesn’t want to admit he ate that “special” gummy to a doctor. It’s legal, ffs. Lots of people use edibles. When I ate that whole box of candy corn pumpkins a couple years ago and could have been in keto acidosis (even though it turned out to be a coincidental virus and insane dehydration that made me sick lol), I was extremely ashamed but I had to admit it at the ER. I felt like a moron but at least I got help! He’s just being stubborn and acting like a typical dude 😬 Something is seriously wrong here, but he’d rather possibly suffer terrible consequences than get help. I have felt pretty fucking bad before but I always at least went to an Urgent Care to be sure I wasn’t about to DIE. 🙄 If they told me I need to go to the ER, I did. I remember one time, me and dad had a terrible argument (this was probably 17 or so years ago) and right in the middle of it, he slumped to the floor and was unresponsive. I immediately called 911 and then mom. He woke up a bit after the EMTs got there. They really wanted to take him, but he simply wasn’t having it. We never found out what it was, and he had no memory of our argument.
Once, me and him had to physically force my delirious mom to go. She almost DIED. The hospital Doctor said he didn’t know how she was still alive with how low her sodium got, which was exacerbated by simultaneously having raging legionnaires pneumonia. Not exactly a common condition. She is now used as an actual case study for medical students because her situation was so damn weird.
Yeesh. *sighs*