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The Second DVT
I left you with knowing about the first and the most dangerous DVT. Well just when I thought that all things would be going smoothly now, Boom, I get another DVT! This time I was a bit more relaxed about having to stay in the hospital another 8 days and re-learning how to walk and do other things. Don't gt me wrong, I still had some frustrating times. For instance using crutches to walk up a few steps to gt into the house and then getting so frustrated when I opened the door and dropped everything. I then proceeded to do something very foolish--throw the crutches into the living room. Yep, I just made my day! I had to hobble over to them to get them. This time though I didn't have Phlebitis in my right leg, just the blood clot in my left one--AGAIN! They told me that I wouldn't get another one if I did as they told me--take the coumadin and wear those ugly support hose! I did everything and still got another clot!
I was really wondering what I had done in a past life to deserve such things. I just could not understand --why me! I wasn't the one who got caught in an affair and we were divorced so it shouldn't have mattered then. Nothing was making sense. I was trying to get out of their house and live on my own. I was trying to be independent of everyone. I was really trying to leave and yet every time I got this close--I had another something or other happen to me.
A Brand New Job
My daughter and I decide t get a new job. Well we saw in the classifieds that there was a New Wal-Mart opening in the area and were taking applications. We read all about it and got our resumes in order and went right over to the new building. We never worked for a big company before and that wasn't fast food or something like that. So we get there and go inside and wait in a small line. We get the application and we start filling it out right there. Most of the people have gone to fill it out and to bring it back in another time. We only could figure that out because there were a whole lot of people there.
To both our surprises and delight we were hired! My daughter got a cashier job and I got in the Ladies area, specifically int eh fitting room where I could sit down most of the time. They knew about my blood clots and the care that I had to take with them. They were very good at making sure that I wasn't on my legs for longer than an hour. It was a long process before I could stand for more than 4 hours. A long process. It's been longer then 10 years and I am no just able to stand and sit like a normal person. DVT's are nothing to play around about. They change your entire life and they will make you think about what your life is and where you stand (no pun) now.
Anyway, we go to the training and watch all those videos--that every company has you watch and they all say the same things! We find out more about the company and how we can get stock in the company and dividends and how many hours we can work and all that good stuff. It was great and since my daughter wasn't of age yet, she was still on part-time so she couldn't get stock, but I could since I was full-time.
We both managed to save up some money so that my daughters and I could go on a vacation. I was off the Coumadin and they told me that I could travel. It was an all go ahead!
Our Vacation
Woohoo! We planned to go visit those we left behind. It was a 16 hour drive and we were very happy to be visiting our old friends. We Planned it all out, who we'd stay with and what we would do on each day. We only had a week to do all this and two of them were taken up by driving too and from home. The last day we were leaving time to just go to the beach and sit around and tan and get into the water. We planed and went to the Water Parks and Disneyland and.all kinds of places. I just wanted for the girls to have fun because they were pulled from there so abruptly.. I loved to see them laugh and play and have a great time!
They spent some time with some of the girl friends that they used to play Girls Softball with and they really had a wonderful time.
The best place we went was the Medieval Theme Dinner place! Everyone was in our car and it was a great. It was a bit crowded with five guys and two girls and then me the driver. We had a smaller sized Station Wagon so they all fit pretty good. Wow! The view coming up the front drive into the parking lot of the Dinner-Theater was awesome and we were getting more excited the closer we got to the place. We parked the car and just stared at it a few minutes in amazement. The place looked like a real Medieval castle. As we walked into the building the hall was huge--nothing like the halls in a house. I think they were 8 feet wide and the ceiling--it was very high. It must have been at least 2 stories high. They had all kinds of things on the walls, helmets, swords and shields. Just utterly amazing to look at. We go to the large doors that rose up to meet the ceilings and as wide as the hall. The person standing there was dressed in medieval garb and told us to wait until more people came in and they would all seat us at one time. When it was time they opened those majestic doors and inside ere many tables around a center stage. We were offered something to drink. We all looked around and talked with each other and we all couldn't believe we were actually in that place and having such a great time! It was amazing!
Oh and then the show started with a Court Jester and he was funny. He had everyone laughing so hard some had tears in their eyes! We laughed and talked and had a merry time. I will never forget that time! Then it was time for us to go home.
Big Change Of Plans And A Secret Revealed
While at dinner my leg was felling tight and I just ignored it because the Doctor had told me that this was OK and that things like this might happen. Well after dinner and we were getting in the car, my leg really was swollen and it hurt really bad. So instead of going home (oh and thank God my daughter knew how to drive and had her license at this time!) we went to the ER instead.
I did not plan on this nor did I ever want another kink in my plans of finding someplace on my own. While in the ER all my friends were around me and my daughters. My youngest was really worried--she is like that--emotional--hmmm something like her mom! I love her all the same!! The Nurses came out to do some blood work and then left us for about an hour. We kept wondering what the heck was going on. The Doctor finally came out and told us what was wrong with me......
I did not want to hear what he had to say. I kind of knew it, but didnt' want to believe it. I go another Blood Clot in the same leg int he same place that they told me that I wouldn't ever get again. I cried--oooo I cried. I kept making excuses to the guys because they were the ones that held me up during the divorce and afterwards-------------------------------------or so I thought.
One of my so called friends was a snitch. He didn't tell me but one of my other friends did. The so-called friend got me to go with him to a Hall and Oates concert. That was great and I had alot of fun. only I felt like there was something more to it. There was! I was to go see my frend that I was having this affair with and I was going to tell him that I didnt' want to see him anymore. I found tht he was still married and so I was going t leave it at that. It was my money and I told my husband I was going to visit a friend. This ties into the nasty letter back in a previous chapter. Anyway, this friend asked me if I loved this other guy and I said tht I didn't know. Well I thought that this was between him and I....only I found out that he told my hubby what and where I was going...only he didn't tell him the reason why----becasue I hadn't told him. I didn't think that it was any of his business anyway. I thought this friend understood the thigs that my husband was putting me through. Maybe he did it becasue he wanted my husband to stop treating me tihe way tht he was. My other friend told me that he ever saw my hubby make me look like a fool in front of all my friends again that he would hall of and hit him.
The doctor told me that I would be in there for the whole 9 days again. I told him of my problem and that I had to go back home and then would go straight to the hospital there. He didn't want me to do that and told me that if I did I might not live to see my home or the hospital there. I cried some more and since we were supposed to go to the beach and leave the next day we didn't have any more accomodations at any of the gir's friend houses. We were like lost! It isn't a good feeling at all to have. We had to come up with something and pretty quick.
In situations like these--you kind of know who your true friends are and who is just a quassy friend.
My Daughter Stood Up!
We found some friends my daughter's could stay with. It was a horrible. lonely feeling to be in a strange hospital while both your children are at someone else's house. Everyone else had things they had to do and it was really scary for me. They set me up in a room by myself and the girls took all the other people home and went to spend the night at their friend's house.
Next day they came to visit me to see how I was doing and all that. They called their dad and I could hear the argument they were having. My oldest was on the phone and she was very angry at her dad. She didn't give me an inclination as to what they were talking about at first and I just sort of tone out of the conversation. It was a few minutes later that she was repeating his words and her responses so that the rest of us could hear. I couldn't believe my ears. He was telling them to go home and leave m there and not worry about me at all. OK, I was almost at my last nerve with this so-called man. I didn't say a thing. Next I heard she spoke in a very stern voice and said right out load that she wasn't going to leave her mother here in a strange place and to be all lone. For the first time in her life--My daughter Stood Up to her father. I was kind of proud of her for doing that, but at the same time I didn't want to be the cause of any friction between them. I really thought that she would leave me there right then and there. It was a very stressful time for everyone.
Hell--Is In Your Mind
After a spending the whole day with me they finally had to go and have dinner at their friends house.
I was fine and the Doctor came in after they had left to check up on me and tel me what he was going to do to me. He had read in my chart that I had Ulcerative Colitis. He said that there is proof that it is caused by some bacteria that needs cleaned out of my system. I thought OK, let's do that. He told me about a new drug called Cipro. He also saw that I was anemic (have been all my life) and was going to put me on some Iron. That sounded OK to me too. Personal experience has taught me that my body can only handle the Ferrous Gluconate. So I tell that to the Doctor. Later that night they hook all the drugs to my IV and they go about their business.
An hour after they gave me the Ferrous Sulfate, I start having problems. They had to bring the bed pan in at least once an hour. I hate when Doctor's take it on themselves to think they know more about a person's body then they do! I was really getting sick at that time.
Something was really wrong here and during the night I started getting pains in my shins. It was getting worse with time and by 6 am I was crying so hard and I was trying to control my pain by bio-feedback--but it just got worse instead. I called the nurses and told them what was going on and they told me that they would call the doctor because he didnt' get in until later int he morning. What could I say but ok? Oooh as the minutes passed on I couldn't believe the pain and I couldn't stop crying and I called the nurse a few more times. It wasn't so much the pain bu where it was. It didn't feel like a muscle spasm but alot worse. It felt like it was deep inside my bones. I was beside myself----I mean I think there was another me sitting right beside me trying to calm the pain. I have never had so much pain in my life and I really didn't know what to do about it. I couldn't get up because I was still on the Heparin Block and it was only day three. I couldn't call my daughters--why--so they could watch me cry and be in that much pain. I wanted to spare them that.
I was crying so hard my eyes were swollen. To me and there is no one who can tell me different--I was in hell. It was a state of mind. At about 9 am the doctor came in to see me and he saw the condition I was in. All he could say was that he didn't think it was that bad. I wanted to really punch his light out. I was so furious and so angry and hurting so much! He finally gave me some morphine and I counted the minutes until my pain released. I told him about the iron problem I had and that I could only take the Gluconate. He finally listened to me.
I was quite drugged and looked or felt pretty shabby when my daughter's and a few friends showed up. I told them what had happened and that I was fine.
The one friend whom I thought was a friend asked me why I had not called him. Well finding out about him and that he set me up for my husband--I wasn't going to ever call him. This was not the first time this would happen either with him. Friends don't go setting people up like that. I just told him that I was in so much pain and anguish that I couldn't even see the numbers on the phone to call him.
That was the day that my girls finally had t go home from the pressure of their father. I couldn't say anything. I didn't want to make it worse then it already was.
So now I had to find a way back home. Don'cha just hate begging your parents for something that you should be able to do yourself? Especially my om--we don't gt along too well. She is a control freak and at the time I was just a survivor--trying to make it in this world and I truly felt lonely....and alone. I wasn't allowed to fly home and I ran out of money anyway.
Both my parent's were really quite mad at my ex now. Taking my kids and making them leave me there and then abandoning me there and also for telling the girls that I did it on purpose. Oh and for telling my daughters that they should not care about me.
My parent's made the 20 hour trip to come get me out of the hospital and drop me back off at my home--well my ax's house. The same day they had to drive those 16 hours to drop me off and then the other 2 hours to go to their house. It was a long day for them and me too. I was so grateful for them and loved the so much.
They had a van and set it up so that I could lay down for the entire trip. It was tiring for me and I knew it was tiring for my dad who had to drive all those miles and hours. Finally we got the the house and got me inside.
We never did get to the beach!
Chapter 7 ---What happened next...
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