My Single Mom Life

On Monday the 27th, my doctor called in 3 new medicines for me because it was what we had discussed doing, but I was also feeling sick when they got called in, I just wasn't feeling right, a slight fever, stomach upset, but I attributed it to the Elavil causing stomach upset like it has been doing every night since taking it.
I was on my regular pain meds, the new antidepressant which does cause stomach upset after taking it, and then clonidine to help me quit smoking, and phenergan to alleviate the sickness from all of the other meds that I take, and valium to help alleviate the stress of quitting smoking.
All 3 of these meds are what we talked about at my last appointment on the 14th, but my doctor wanted to check them against any allergies that they may produce with all of the other meds that I take.
I picked them up around 5:30pm Monday night, and took the first dose of each 3 as I was told to do, 1 of each every 8 hours.
All 3 of these new meds cause severe drowsiness, which is fine by me because I rarely ever sleep anyway.
Within an hour of taking that first dose, I was deathly sick, so so freaking sick I was scared that something was very, very wrong with me, that whatever it was that I had previous, had grown even bigger and was just going to knock me down.
By the time I posted on Tuesday the 28th, I was barely coherent, Sebastian actually posted this post for me because I couldn't even sit up, never mind type, my vision was blurry, I was slurring my speech, I couldn't walk, it was very, very bad.

This is definitely way TMI, (too much information) but literally within an hour of taking that first dose and every single dose afterward, I became deathly ill.
I was puking up nothing but stomach bile, I had diarrhea so bad I was becoming massively dehydrated.
I couldn't drink anything, I couldn't eat anything, the smell of food was making me nauseous and having the diars.
On the night of the 29th around 9pm, I was just so so sick and the boys were so scared, and so was I, I was terrified that I was going to get even worse than I was, so Sebastian called a friend of mine after I couldn't reach another friend, I could barely put 2 words together, and they came and drove me to the hospital.

After some blood and urine tests, and the doctor checked all of the medicines that I take, she said that I am allergic to 2 of the 3 new medicines that I was given, that they were interacting very badly with the meds that I take all of the time, and that they were causing my blood pressure to rise, affecting my thinking, affecting my ability to control my bowels, affecting everything that I did.
I had no motor control of my entire body,
She immediately gave me IV fluids and 2 different shots of stuff to try and get those medicines out of me, she considered pumping my stomach, but it has been hours since I had taken the last dose, and then she gave me something for the pain that I was in.
My stomach was just an absolute wreck from all of the cramping, puking, and the diars, I puked about 4 times in the ER cubicle that I was in, I hate puking in front of other people.
After an hour of IV fluids and medicines being pumped into me, I felt a thousand times better, not perfect, but seriously a thousand times better than I had been when I walked into the ER at Doctors Hospital.
I don't go to Sarasota Memorial any more after what they did to me on June 6th 2008 when I went in for the massive shoulder pain that I was having.
Instead of checking me for that, they ran EKGs and other heart attack tests, and when those came back fine, he gave me a percoset and sent me home.
He never did any xrays or ct scans, and if he had, he would have seen the vertebrae in my neck pinching off my spinal cord which is what caused me to have to have the spine fusion in September 2008.
They never even admitted me to the ER that night, no wrist band ID, no paperwork, no release papers, just here's a percoset, now get out of here.
1 month later, I was in my surgeons office being told that I needed to have another spine fusion or I was going to die.

The ER doc at Doctors Hospital treated me very well, didn't talk down to me, understood everything that was going on, and she truly helped me.
She also said that she faxed over to my pain doc the findings of the medicine that I was taking, that I was allergic to it, and that it was in my chart to call my pain doc in the morning and explain it to him and to tell him to give me something else. She also said that if I don't hear from my pain doc by noon, to call them myself and ask them if they got the fax or the call from Doctors Hospital, and explain it myself if need be and give them the number of the doc who treated me last night.
She gave me 2 new scripts, but I only had enough money to pay for 1 of them because my insurance doesn't cover either of them, so I have to wait to pick up the second one.
That's ok, at least I have one of them, I don't feel as sick, and my stomach is slowly starting to stop cramping up and freaking out.
I just feel so much better knowing that I wasn't going crazy, that I didn't do anything wrong, that it was a medical allergy to the meds.
Now I can add 2 more meds to the list of meds I cannot take.
I am severely allergic to morphine, albuterol, and now clonidine and phenergan.
I was taking the phenergan to help stop the sickness, the puking and diars, and I was taking the clonidine to help me quit smoking.
Now we're going to have to try something else, and hopefully, it won't cause me to be sick too.

I am so sorry that I have not been around for a few days, but what was happening to me was beyond my control, the meds I was taking should have helped me, not hurt me like they did.
I drew the winner of the Jessie Steele apron, and I'm going to post the winner right after this one publishes.
I am very sorry to be posting it late, but life and health gets in the way sometimes.
I have a lot of emails to answer, but I will get to them ASAP.
Later days.