Day Four, Sunday, 3/4
Well, this was about the worst day....
I packed up the truck and left Nana's. I stopped at the hospital to say goodbye to Nana and was on the road by 9:00 a.m. I was running a fever - I would be sweating and my shirt would be drenched and then I would be shiverring. I knew I was sick but wanted so much to make it back home. I am so lucky that I had so many guardian angels riding with me that day. I only made it 223 miles in 6 to 6-1/2 hours, not a very good average. I had to stop quite often, and I would crawl in the back seat and sleep (or pass out) because of the fever. Finally around 3 I called Allen and told him I didn't think I could go much further. We tried to figure out what to do. I was about 4 to 4-1/2 hours from home. He said he'd come get me; I called my friend 'cause I knew they were at a relative's for dinner and they said they'd meet Allen and I and bring the truck home. We were all calling back and forth trying to figure out what to do. Finally I made the executive decision on my own...I couldn't go any further and I was going to follow the next hospital signs off the interstate!
I got to the ER around 3:30 or 4. About then it all became a blur. I waited in the ER for over 2 hours, though. They must have had 6 ambulances come in while I was waiting! Finally, I got taken back into the ER. All I wanted to do was lay down. My fever was 104! I wouldn't let them give me any drugs that would prohibit me from leaving if it was decided that I just had some sort of infection.
They did bloodwork and then sent me for a CT scan to see if I had a kidney stone. When the blood work came back the doctor came in and said that even if it was a kidney stone I had a massive infection and she wanted to keep me. At that point I said, "bring on the drugs!"
They allowed cell phones in the ER so I was able to keep in contact with Allen.
The results of the CT scan came back showing I had a 6mm kidney stone. I was admitted around 10:00 p.m.