Friday. Second full day of Fall Break. What are we doing today? Not the hiking near the Illinois River. What did we do yesterday? Not the museums. So what did we do? Let me tell you.
Wednesday night, around midnight, Maybelline came downstairs complaining that her upper abdomen hurt. She had this happen a couple of times about two weeks after school started, the band of muscles just under her rib cage hurting fiercely. Sharp pains, like a pulled muscle. Took her to the doctor, who said as much. She'd been in PE for two weeks at that point and was working HARD. Lots of crunches and such. It really hasn't happened again in over a month. But Wednesday night she'd been at the Y, doing crunches. After eating pizza. Before eating ice cream.
She took something for the pain. It didn't work. Tried a relaxing bath. Did everything we knew, including ice, heat, hands above the head and walking, standing, lying down - it continued to worsen. She wasn't panicking (something mercifully new), but it wasn't getting better. Then she threw up. A lot. And it still didn't get better.
At this point it's one AM. She went to sleep on the couch, I grabbed a blanket and hunkered down in a nearby chair. When I say she slept on the couch? She lay on the couch, writhing in pain. With a five gallon pickle bucket nearby. Threw up every 30 to 45 minutes the entire night. The pain would come in waves, intensifying, leading to throwing up. Then things would settle down.
First thing Thursday morning I called the doctor. Got her in for ten. And I went back to bed till one while the Hunny took her. They came back having done blood work, x-rays, shots for pain and nausea, questions by the million. Not sure of the problem. Her white blood cell count was up. We'll know today what the other results are. We should also hear back about an appointment with a gastroenterologist. But she slept all day on Thursday.
A good friend and nurse says she's pretty sure it's gall stones. Maybelline did some epsom salts and water last night at the friend's suggestion. Got things moving some. But she threw up again.
So we're not going anywhere. Except maybe to see the specialist. Or if the throwing up starts back in earnest, to the ER.
Icing on the cake? Lou the Loud came in Thursday morning looking like he'd had a fight with a car and the car won. One claw on a back foot looked like it had been entirely pulled out. Huge patch of fur painfully missing from his back. Gashes all over. Looked horrid. And we were in the middle of everything with Maybelline, not really able to get to the vet. Little Guy breaking down completely over his cat.
I went up Thursday evening - Lou made it up the stairs and into Oatmeal Head's room - to check on the cat. He was stretched out on OH's floor, so I leaned down to pet one place I knew wouldn't hurt - his ear. He purred for the first time all day, then rolled over so I could scratch his chest, purring the whole time. He'll be fine.
Happy Fall Break everyone. Enjoy it for me, will ya?
Until I write again ...