Ok, so where do we stand now?
Ahh, I remember, my Mom (Marci) and Dad (Russ) coming over to watch Brady and take me to the clinic. I called them at 9:41 and asked if my Dad could drive me over to a clinic. While we were trying to figure out where the nearest clinic was, I remember saying, just take me to the hospital.
At 9:43 I text Valerie and told her I was going to the hospital. I remember her telling me to “suck it up, that I was just constipated”. I laughed a bit, but it hurt.
From here, it gets very crazy. I left the house at about 10:45 the morning of February 17, very sad but I knew I couldn’t stay home. My thought while leaving for the hospital was how much I was disappointing Brady on our “guy’s weekend”. Anyway, I make the ride over to Crittenton with my Dad. Always an adventure riding with my Dad (the stories I can, and probably will, tell), but when I was in as much pain as I was, it was like being on a roller coaster! An extremely bumpy roller coaster and as Valerie would tell you, I am a total wuss about roller coasters.
Anyway, he dropped me off at the Emergency Room and went to find a parking spot. When I got myself into the lobby, the guard just told me to go down the hall and talk to the nurse, it was now 10:55. So, in my complete crouch, I walked down the long hall into the area with the beds and went to the counter. When the nurse asked if she could help me, my response was simply, “my stomach hurts a lot.”
They got me into a bed and gave me a remote control to watch a horrible television mounted way up on the ceiling. I ended up staring at that TV a lot of the day. I really couldn’t hear it and I realized just how freakin’ many lawyer commercials there are on basic television. My constant companions during my many hospital stays were the Mike Morris Law Firm and 1 800 Call Sam. I think I can still tell you what every commercial said.
Then something I had never seen happen happened. A tech came into the room and took a chest x-ray of me, while I was sitting in the bed! It was really weird.
The day began ticking away, as only a time in a hospital can..amazingly slow.
I was sent for an ultrasound first. It was inconclusive. Inconclusive, but at least I got to drink that stuff that tastes like 7Up and turns you off of 7Up forever. I sent Valerie a text with a picture of the bottle. She laughed, because she had had to do that at the hospital about a month before. Hers was for a bowel obstruction. We were sure that was what I had too. Cause we play doctors on TV! Sorry, old joke.
Then I was send for a CT scan. They thought my spleen looked a bit enlarged. At this point, I was just praying it was a problem where they had to remove the spleen and I could skip home. Nope.
At 2:52 pm on the 16th, I just remember beating myself up for letting Brady down. I told my Dad that he needed to go take Brady out for dinner. I said Dave and Busters, but I believe they went to a Coney Island. My Dad was very reluctant to leave. I love my Dad. Though my Dad was never an emotional guy, we weren’t a huggy “love you” family, but seeing my Dad sitting by my bedside that day, I knew how much he loved me.
At 4:54, a doctor came over to tell me my white blood cell count was low and they were thinking I probably had a viral infection. I can tell you, I felt so much better. Little did I know.
I talked to Valerie sometime during this and told her it was just a viral infection but they wanted me to stay the night. We both spoke bravely, on the edge of tears. I know Valerie mentioned in her blog post that we had been having a very hard time in our marriage prior to that. I can say we did compatibility testing with our Kensington Church Marriage Mentors and they said we were probably the most compatible couple they had seen. The
two of us having very few differing points. I loved her to death, but couldn’t make her believe it. I was a garbage husband at that time, and I had been preparing myself for her giving up on me. The thing is God works miracles. God also knows how much love Valerie and I have for each other. We are honest when we tell people that we are soul mates. She still is and always will be. Every day, it is His hand that makes sure we love each other and pour out to others.
OK, now that I have wiped up a few tears, let’s continue.
It was 6:12 and they started prepping me for my stay. I love when a 2-star hotel/4-star hospital gets you your room without a view! I can tell you, the people at Crittenton were amazing, kind, and so very supportive, though. So I couldn’t complain too much.
Oh yeah, I couldn’t complain too much. That wasn’t exactly true. You will find out through this entire process I became a very needy prick. Especially to Valerie. I complained like I was doing it for money. However, I always tried to be nice to the hospital staff. Valerie took most of the brunt. It was so unfair and I am truly sorry. Valerie was and is my rock in storms, holding God’s hand while grabbing mine and pulling me up. Without her, I would have died. Not because of the doctors or treatments, but because I would have given up. She never let me give up.
While I was being prepped, I just remember thinking this was not a scary thing. Just get that viral infection fixed and I would be good to go.
I was taken to 6 South (Just before I left for Karmanos, I found out that 6 South is the oncology floor). There I met Rachel, my lead nurse. She was funny and nice and she seemed truly worried about my health.
That was the end of the first day.
It was also 36 hours since my last bowel movement. Sleep came because of drugs, but I was in so much pain, I could never get comfortable.
I thought February 16, 2014 was tough. It was just the tip of the iceberg.