One dose too many....

Well last week was quite the week, with not one, but TWO ER visits. That's right, I am just that cool. I've been anemic since my surgery. They gave me a blood transfusion in the hospital, but it has not been improving since, and in fact has been decreasing a tiny bit every week. So my GI doctor checked my actual iron labs, and they were low. He ordered 5 iron infusions.

I received the first one at the hospital because iron can cause allergic reactions, which are more likely to happen during the first and last infusions. It went fine, so we did the 2nd one the next day at my house with a nurse from the infusion company I get my TPN through. We got through the whole infusion, which took about an hour, and then she was running some fluids when I scratched my arm and it felt like it was on fire. Immediately both my arms were tingling and burning. Then I took a deep breath and there was a severe pang in my lower back. My hands started to swell up and I then I suddenly felt extremely nauseous. The nurse gave me some IV benedryl and we waited a couple minutes but everything was getting worse. She called the pharmacist, who told her to give me more benedryl, and said we should call 911. It became really hard to swallow and I was really afraid my throat was going to actually close up. We live about 4 minutes from the hospital so the ambulance was there really quick. Actually some firemen showed up first. They were checking my vitals and my oxygen stats were fine, it was just very painful to breath and so my breathing was very shallow. Well, just my luck, when we got to the hospital they said every ER bed was full. I told the paramedics that I was now having chest pain that was getting worse. They told the nurses who still said they didn't have anywhere for me to go so they put me in a wheelchair and made me sit in the waiting room! I was crying by this point, which wasn't helping any. My hands were now so swollen I couldn't straighten my fingers and you couldn't see my knuckles. My feet were swelling up too. I was so upset. Couldn't they have put me in the hall and given me something? The whole way there I just kept thinking that I at least this time I wouldn't have to wait in the waiting room for forever. We only ended up waiting for about 15 or 20 minutes when they took me back. The doctor basically said he didn't know much about iron reactions so he was going to call my GI doctor. We didn't see him again for 3 more hours. Eventually I was able to get something for pain and nausea. I finally used the call light and asked the nurse what the deal was, and she got the doctor to come in who said he hadn't forgotten about me (um not so sure about that). He said my symptoms were pretty common and that if I was feeling better I could go home. Well I was so tired of being there and them not doing anything I wanted to leave more than anything. I literally crawled into bed and we didn't do TPN that night. I made it to work the next day, but my legs felt like jello and I couldn't wear my contacts because my eyes were itchy and watery and felt swollen. It was a long day and I had to work almost 12 hours. I was so exhausted.

It's hard to tell from the pic how swollen my hands were, but they both were, especially the right hand. 

We didn't do an infusion the next day, Wednesday, but we did one on Thursday. On Wednesday they had me take some prednisone, claritan, and zantac (which apparently has some antihistamine in it). I went to the infusion company's office to have it so that other nurses and pharmacists would be present. They gave me IV steroids and benedryl 30 minutes before the infusion and ran fluids at the same time. Well we made it through the whole infusion once again. I was feeling fine when the nurse noticed that my chest was all red. Within literally the next minute my arms started turning red and burning/itching again. Little tiny bumps started to form on my arms, and as more time went by, they turned into huge half-dollar sized welts. My hand and feet were swelling again, and I started to get the pangs of pain in my back and chest when I breathed. They gave me another dose of benedryl but I wasn't improving so they told us we needed to go the ER again. I was so disappointed. I didn't feel as bad as I had the first time (probably because of the premeds) so I was just really hoping it would start to get better. Their office is in Spokane Valley, so we went to the Valley hospital.  We were only 5 minutes away, and 25 minutes away from Sacred Heart, the one we usually go to. By the time we got there, my right arm was one huge welt, all red and swollen, and I was limping when we walked in because my feet were so swollen it felt like I was walking on balls. I sat down in a chair for about 30 seconds while Chris was filling a form about what was wrong. The nurse had called and told them we were coming too. They brought me right up and took my vitals. Then took me right into a room with a PA and a nurse who looked me over and got me right back to a room. They didn't even care about what meds I was taking, they told Chris to give the list to them later. When we got into the room one nurse told another nurse to hurry and get the doctor. He came in and acted like he knew way more than the doctor at Sacred Heart. They immediately gave me more benedryl, steroids, and pepcid, which has antihistamine in it. The doctor said my airways were open so my oxygen stats were good and I didn't need an epi pen. But he said that didn't mean I wasn't having difficulty breathing. We noticed  a short time later that my right arm looked almost back to normal and my left arm was much better too! The breathing pain was the last thing to get better but it improved pretty quickly. They also gave me stuff for the pain and nausea. They had us stick around for awhile just to make sure I was still improving and doing ok. When we left we had only been there about 3 or 31/2 hours and I was feeling much better. The next day was much better too, I wasn't feeling the effects of it anymore. They ER doctor had me take some prednisone for 3 days afterwards though, because he said that sometimes it can relapse and come back randomly in the next day or two.

This pic was taken once things had gotten a lot better. You can see the side of my hand that is all swollen, and the red patches on my left arm-what was left of the welts. My right pinky was huge!

Moral of the story: no more iron for me! I was able to still get 3 full doses, and I have felt like I've had more energy this week, so that's a plus. :) Other than that, I have actually felt really good the last 2-3 weeks since I started TPN again. I just got 7 more bags of TPN, and they decreased the calories and volume by 20%. We are going to try tapering off of it this time, instead of cutting it cold turkey, to see if my body handles it better and hopefully I can stay off of it. I have officially gained 20 POUNDS! The last few days I have had such a good appetite and feel like I'm eating constantly. I can no longer fit into some of my pants. :) But Chris so no new pants until I'm off TPN and maintain my weight. Which is probably a good idea, haha.

I also think the Cimzia is actually helping my hands..lets hope it keeps getting better! I hate doing the shots. Its harder because there's a huge long needle instead of a pen like the Humira was, but it's worth it.

All for now...hopefully the next post is not about the hospital!

Ups and Downs

That pretty much sums up the last month or so. I think overall I have recovered from my surgery pretty well, and much better and faster that I expected. But I have still had some things to conquer, and have had some ups and downs since then...

I think I mentioned in a previous post that the plan was to continue the TPN until the end of December. So we took all the supplies with us and did it while we were home, which was fine. The last few days that we were home I started to feel kind of crummy. I just felt like maybe I overdid it and needed to take it easy. I felt pretty tired on the Sunday and Monday after Christmas. Monday I also felt somewhat like I had a UTI. I've only ever had one other on in my life though, so I wasn't sure.

We drove home Tuesday. That was (supposed to be) my last night of TPN. The nurse came for a minute on Tuesday when we got home to bring us the tubing we needed for the last night, and she could tell I just didn't feel good. She asked me if I was ready to be off TPN, and suggested that maybe we wait to take out the PICC line until I talked to the doctor. The plan was to take it out on Wednesday (New Year's Day), but we decided to skip it. I went back to work on Thursday, and was glad it wasn't too busy because I was dragging all day. I called my surgeon that day and got an appointment for the next day, Friday the 3rd. The nurse came that afternoon to change the dressing on the PICC line, and I was sleeping when she came, and didn't even want to get up, so she did it with me lying in bed. I felt so sick. I found someone to work for me the next day. I felt terrible that I was already doing that, after one day back, but just didn't see how I could manage it. At my doctor's appointment I told my surgeon about everything that was going on. I felt like I had the flu, with upper respiratory stuff going on, and bad body aches. I hadn't been able to eat or drink much because I just felt so sick and exhausted. I was also having a lot of abdominal pain similar to what I having before my surgery. I was so scared that there was already more scar tissue. When we were home (in Idaho) I had noticed a couple things that made me wonder if I already had another fistula. A fistula is an abnormal connection between the bowel and something else-another organ, another part of bowel, the skin, etc. During my surgery they found the fistula was where my bladder was connected to my bowl, which caused some air to escape through the urethra. This was happening again. I remember when my bladder was scarred to my bowel in Twin almost 2 years ago, I had had surgery 3 weeks prior where there were no issues with the bladder, and it wasn't connected to anything. So in my mind, it could happen in 3 weeks. The surgeon thought it was pretty unlikely that that was the case, but it's still pretty strange to me, and makes me wonder why I am passing air again.

Anyway, she said I should go to the ER. We were kind of surprised and weren't sure that was necessary, but we went anyway. It was about 11 am when we got there. It was kind of nice sitting there waiting WITHOUT bawling my eyes out. I was uncomfortable, but I wasn't in unbearable pain. When we got triaged, the nurse seemed to think I was the most acute person waiting, and bumped me up so we got taken back pretty soon after that. She also game me some nausea medicine while were still waiting to be taken back. Don't know why that's never happened the other times we've visited the ER, but oh well. To make a long story short, we ended up being there till about 6 pm that night and then were sent home. They found that I did have a UTI. Probably from having the catheter in for 2 weeks. I was really dehydrated so I got a lot of fluids. They also did a CT scan, which took FOREVER, because the doctor ordered oral contrast (recommended by my surgeon) and was very clear to us that that was what he wanted. No one ever brought any and I finally got the nurse to come in so I could ask her about it, and she said the order didn't say oral contrast. So they took me to do the scan, but the people there decided to check with doctor, who said yes, I did need oral contrast, so I had to go back to my room and drink the stuff, which took an hour or so. And then we had to go through the whole process again, and then wait for the results. Basically, we did A LOT of waiting that day. They gave me phenergan for nausea, which just zones me out, so we both just slept while we were waiting.

Anyway, the scan said there was inflammation, indicating "active Crohn's disease." This really surprised me, because there hasn't been inflammation or active Crohn's found in like 3 years. On every scan, scope, and surgery, there hasn't been any. My problems have all been with scar tissue, fistulas, and things not being in the right place. So the doctor called my surgeon who looked and said the inflammation was right along the suture line from the surgery, which indicated "post surgical changes," not active Crohn's. She said it couldn't be Crohn's because there wasn't any during the surgery. Basically, she was saying that things were still healing inside and that that was where the pain was coming from. That was kind of a relief that they didn't think it was scar tissue. So I went home and rested the rest of the weekend, and was feeling better by the time I went back to work the next Tuesday. I got ahold of the doctor that day and she said lets start the TPN again. I had lost about 4 pounds so she said lets try 2 more weeks. I did better during that time. About when I finished the antibiotic for the UTI, the ER called me and said that they got the culture back and it grew out 2 different bacterias. The one I had been on only covered one bacteria, so I had to take another antibiotic after that. About when I finished that, I had to get another antibiotic for a sinus infection. I think my upper respiratory stuff from the week before didn't fully go away, and I woke up one day with a bad sinus headache. Sorry that still was kind of a long story!

But as far as my stomach was concerned, I was doing good during that time. I had an appointment with my GI on the 13th. He had wanted to see me about a month after my surgery, and was pleasantly surprised at how well I was doing. When I had seen my rheumatologist in December, she told me to ask him if we could switch to Cimzia instead of Humira. I didn't really need it anymore for the fistula, since the surgery "supposedly" took care of that. The RA doctor wanted to try it because I took it a couple of years ago before I ended up getting really sick, and noticed that it helped my joints. He was ok with that. He seemed to think it was possible that I DO have a fistula, but said Cimzia should probably help it. Since the main issue at the moment was my joints, he thought it would be fine to switch. I just hope it really does work.

One week later, the 20th, I had an appointment with my rheumatologist, who gave me a couple more steroid shots in the fingers that were bothering me the most. We also decided for sure to start the Cimzia. I also got a pneumonia vaccine since everyone has been telling me I should get it since I take immonosuppressants. She really recommended it, so they gave it to me in their office. She also talked to me about an anti-inflammatory diet. She said that most of her patients who avoid gluten and sugar see a difference in how they feel. Some will feel their hands swell up and get stiff as soon as they eat these things. I have thought about changing my diet before, but have never made the jump to do it. We are going to try it and see if it makes a difference. Could help my stomach too. That appointment was at 8:30 in the morning, and I went right home and went back to bed until my appointment with surgeon that afternoon. I felt really crummy. At the appointment she said pretty much that I needed to see my GI doctor for follow up for other things. As far as the surgery went, it was all healed and everything. She wanted me to come off the TPN because my liver labs were elevated and I was perfectly fine with that. Even though I felt pretty awful that day I saw her, I really wanted to be off of TPN. We decided to keep the PICC line in for a week or two, to make sure that I was doing ok.

That whole week I just didn't feel well again. I felt sick every time I ate. I had pain every night and every morning. The next Sunday I only went to the last hour of church, so I could play the piano for Relief Society. The next day I literally could barely get out of bed. I had also lost 5# in the last week. My GI doctor had made me promise to let him know if I was not doing good, so I called his nurse and told her what was going on. Dr. Goodell wanted me back on TPN (ugh!) and ordered some fluids, which the infusion company just came to my house and did that day.

That night (Tuesday, the 28th), poor Chris was so sick, and was throwing up all night and the next morning. I woke up feeling better, but still pretty worn out. I was scared of getting what Chris had, but felt so bad for him. I called in sick and luckily someone could work for me. (I know, I sound like the worst employee ever!) Chris was throwing up till about 11 that morning. We both slept on and off until then. I would get up when he would, but I felt pretty helpless. He kept saying that now he knew what I felt like all the time, and I told him now I knew what he felt like! He is always saying that he wishes there was more he could do for me. We both laid around all day and Chris slept a lot. I was able to go to work the rest of the week and Chris felt quite a bit better the next day, and was back to normal by Thursday.

I had an appointment with my GI again that Friday, (the 31st) since I hadn't been doing well. He said he really wanted to get me feeling better and gaining some weight again. He said we could try TPN again for 2-4 more weeks. He wants me to try the Cimzia and see if it helps me. He is afraid that I do have another fistula. He says I might have to see the urologist in the future to figure that out. Also wants me to do a small bowel follow through study to see how much small intestine I actually have left. I had 20 cm removed during the most recent surgery, which he wasn't very happy about. It would be interesting to know how much is really there. I have had a lot of problems with more liquid output since the surgery, I think things are just going through me really fast.

He also said he wanted to check my iron because my H&H has been low since my surgery and not getting any better, in fact getting a tiny bit worse. He said it would not improve if my iron levels were low. Turns out they were, so this week I have to get 5 iron infusions, and then they will check the levels again. They have to be given 5 days in a row I guess. The first one will be at the hospital because there is a high risk that you could have an allergic reaction, and the rest I can do at home with the infusion company, but a nurse will have to stay with me the whole time. I am hoping this gives me some more energy! I have enough TPN for a few days, but once I use it, I want to try going off of it again, or at least decreasing it. I have felt really good while on it, with only feeling bad a couple of times in the last week. I guess it's a good thing I still have this PICC line!

Whew! A lot has happened in the last month. That was really long but I am not really that good at condensing my posts. :)  Hopefully I continue to feel good!

Here are a few pics of us recently. The first one is at a WSU game we went to one night. The rest are of the trees here in Spokane when they get all frosted and white. So pretty. The pictures don't do it justice.

Christmas in February

I know it's February! But I still wanted to post some pictures from our Christmas! We were able to go home for like ELEVEN days! By far the longest we have ever been able to go home for. We left 2 weeks after my surgery. I was really nervous for the trip, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be....besides the fact that it lasted 12 1/2 hours instead of 8. It snowed the entire time. We drove an average of 40 mph. IT WAS SO LONG! But we made it safe and sound. We had a full car. I don't think one more thing would have fit. Between all my TPN stuff, ostomy supplies, our suitcases, Chris' snowboard, and our electric keyboard that we brought home to give to Kyler, we were packed plum full. But we came home with a lot less. 

We went back and forth from Burley to Twin a lot, and got to see both of our families a lot. It was very fun. I was feeling good most of the time. I would get tired easily, so I had to pace myself, but I was doing much better than I ever expected. The last few days weren't as good, but that's another post. I am so glad to we got be home for so long! We both also go to see a lot of friends. Chris met up with his friends a few times, and we had dinner with a bunch of them our last night there. I saw my bff Amy, (my roommate from ISU), Carrie (Aston) Belnap who I will be forever grateful for, for rescuing me when I desperately needed a friend, and my cousins Lindsay and Danielle! There were some other cousins who I hoped to see but didn't get to, and I never got to see my friends I worked with in Twin, but there is always next time! 

Here are just some pics from our trip:

Playing a game Christmas Eve at Chris' dad's house.

The Shocking Game-it really shocks you!

Jenna with her scarf I made her-I actually made like 15 of these for Christmas gifts! It was fun!

Sidenote-Jenna went to London (yes I said LONDON) to cheer in the London New Year's Day Parade, because she won TOP All American Cheerleader at her cheer camp this summer. Today she also got 1st place today at her Cheer Competition for the individual jump competition (second year in a row)! She's amazing. :)

And cute Luke when he saw what he got Christmas morning.

We took my sisters kids swimming at Chris' Grandma's one night and they had a blast. Even Halli who is afraid of water kept going down the slide and saying "Again! Again!"

We loved seeing Courtney and meeting her husband finally! 

When Evelyn saw Chris for the first time, I was in the bathroom, and the first thing she said to him was "Did Jill come to see me?" Haha, she is adorable! And Damian had lots of fun making funny faces and taking pictures with Chris' phone.

Kyler was up to his old tricks-here he is balancing Luke on his hands. 

Halli and Luke are best friends!

My niece Taylee wanted a picture with me-so sweet!

And I wanted one with my cute hubby!

While we were home, Chris baptized and confirmed his nephew Jayden. He gave a wonderful blessing and it was such a wonderful day.

Love my mom's tree!!!....Please ignore the folding chair. :)

One of the things I look forward to most is when we all exchange gifts. We always draw names with my siblings (actually we just rotate every year, instead of actually "drawing" names. It's nice because I already know who I have next year!) 

Here is all the grandkids minus little Cooper in their new clothes from Grandma!

We also took family pictures with Chris' family. Despite all odds weighing against us (location, weather, time, and our photographer getting the Swine flu,) I think that they turned out cute! 

And last but certainly not least, here is Landon showing off his dancing skills. His mom learned of his amazing talent at his preschool Christmas program when he was dancing it out way more than the kids around him. Haha! We don't know where he got this stuff, but he even does the worm. Can you say Heartbreaker?

They only way I could get it to load was by putting in 2 separate videos.

We ended up driving home on New Year's Eve. We stayed up and watched a movie, but I think we were both asleep at 11:50, haha. I think we were all partied out! 

We probably won't be home again until Chris graduates (which is in 3 months and 2 days, but no one's counting). Woo Hoo! Now THAT is going to be a party!

I have had some ups and downs the last month as far as how I've felt, but that is another post!