Ted's Mylogram

It was a day of nerves we were both nervous about the procedure, we didn't know what to expect and were thinking that this was going to be the day that we would finally know what the hell was going on with Ted's back, so it was fear, some home, and a lot of nervousness, so i bring Ted to St. Joe's hospital and its going to be about 3 hours, so i go to Mad River to pick up my pay check, chat with one of my co workers, then back to Eureka, deposit my check and get back to the hospital before ted got out of his procedure. I got back and i waited impatiently. Finally someone called me back to a room where ted was, and they wanted him to pee, and he was having such a hard time, he was feeling unwell and just struggled to go to the bathroom, then i was asked to leave again, so they could finish up, and then i pulled the car around and waited for ted to be brought out in a wheel chair, we had specific instructions for when we got home, but he wasn't feeling bad. So we just got home and relaxed, but ted could not sit still so he did some stuff and the headache started that very evening. The I was awakened by Ted throwing up in the middle of the night, i asked if there was anything i could do for him and he said no, so throughout out the early morning i heard ted throw up time and time and time again. He was still having trouble going pee that it would make his headache worse and make him throw up, i begged him for 2 days to go to the hospital he said no just wait a little longer so i suffered through trying not to cry every time he went to the bathroom, to either pee or to throw up the meal i just gave him. I didn't know what was happening and no one told me this would happen i was alone, i was scared and no where to go. I started to wonder if we were going to make it through all this. Finally after 3 days, the day we opened presents with my family, he was laying sick on the couch, while we opened mail. God he was so sick it was so painful for him to open the presents. Then he slept through most of the rest, while i sat with dread knowing that after this we would be back at the hospital, merry freakin Christmas Tiffany. After all the wishing in the world, i couldn't get my family to visually appear. so i signed off the Internet and said my goodbyes to my family, and once again had to take charge, i called Ted's dad, but he said he couldn't leave work, so again i was alone and afraid.

So after i finished up with my family, ted tried to pee once more and ended up the same way, for 30 minutes on the floor feeling like he was dying. So i had to pull him off the floor and take him to hospital, i ran into the ER leaving ted in the car and asked for the nurses to help, they pulled him right into the hospital and i finished with all the paper work, shortly there after they let me in, and again i am in the ER trying to be brave for ted, and they put a catheter in, and gave him an injection so the he would stop throwing up. So after about an hour i took him home, and he slept and i went and got new medication and some groceries. I was exhausted, wishing i had someone to take care of this stuff for me, or just help me. But there was no one i was alone, scare alone, wondering if my husband was actually going to get through this OK. Finally the right meds started to work, he could pee lying down so he didn't have to get back up, so slowly he started to heal from the painful side effects. But i wasn't healing, i didn't have time, it was one thing after another, i couldn't breathe, i couldn't figure which was up and which was down, i felt so lost. Nothing was making any sense plus i was getting problems from the hospital and the people i was working with, i was finding myself the but of someones joke, someone had put grease on my car, i was not happy, i made a police report, and i was trying my best to continue learning my new position as both diet aide and supervisor, and ted and his back i couldn't tell my ass from the ground. Then as we were both trying to recover from his Mylogram, my worst nightmare happened and changed my life once again, for the worse.