Well, thankfully that was only about a 12 hour active virus. The next day we were both weak but someone had to take care of our little ones and my husband had lost all the medication that was in his system that he takes for nerve pain due to his paralyzed arm. So I told him to go ahead and take a double dose and sleep while I laid on the couch and made sure my kids didn't kill themselves. I am truly grateful to my friend who brought over two cases of Gatorade. The next day my husband was pretty much all better. Me on the other had was still feeling weak and unable to eat much. I kept up the Gatorade and BRAT diet thinking I just needed more rest and bland foods.
This was the during the first and massively fucked up Clusterflake Atlanta '14. I am really happy we live so close to my kid's school. And what usually takes 5 mins... took me an hour.... then both kids were home with me the rest of the week. During the entire time my stomach felt like I had been eating rocks and pain was building in my upper left side and back. By the next week I had to go to the doctor, who then sent me to the emergency room. I have a very high pain tolerance but it was getting past the point of being able to ignore. I was shaking and sweating (no fever).
So on to the emergency room we went. Lots of tests, CT scan, and some morphine later I was sent home being treated for gastroenteritis. Previcid and pain killers (which I hate, I can't even express how much) helped. I was able to kind of sleep but still not really eat. Two day's later I get a call from the hospital... A culture they did came up positive with Group B strep in my urinary track. I cannot tell you how awful that was... Once I started the antibiotics, I honestly thought I was going to die. But after two or three days of staying in bed, sleeping and taking my meds... I survived.
I thought I would get better after all that but I still had a lot of pain in my back and lower pelvic area. It was so frustrating. I was told to stay away from ibuprofen because of my stomach and Tylenol was doing nothing for my pain. I gained so much respect for people who have chronic pain or illness... Some were in the middle of all this we had the second Snow-in Atlanta. Good thing I didn't even feel like going anywhere and again I had awesome friends who brought over meals for my family.
Emotionally this all was wearing me down. The weeks and weeks of pain and illness just made me really depressed. My doctor sent me to my gynecologist to make sure all those parts were working alright. I had to wait two weeks to get that done. And thankfully everything went well there. But I was sent for a couple of ultrasounds just to check everything.
A few more days of wait and I got through the ultrasounds. And nothing.. everything looked pretty good. This was a real low point. We had done all those tests and we still didn't know what was wrong. I was still having so much pain to the point that I almost couldn't walk. Laying flat was the only comfortable position. There were so many tears and I was very afraid.
After days of this my husband convinced me to go see our chiropractor and I had just noticed that even on the bland diet that every time I ate even a tiny amount of bread, felt horrid. Well, I fully had expected to see bruises after that adjustment. I was so jacked up that even the chiropractor was surprised. But I could finally walk and sit with out jolting sharp pains.
Now to the bread... I cut out all bread and wheat. Omg... It is such a difference. I still feel like I have mild reflux but after just a day or two I stopped having the pelvic pain and cramping. Its been a little over two weeks since I did this and I the all over tenderness is gone. Also, I have battled break outs on my face since I was an early teen... My face is almost completely clear. I never would have thought that something as simple as bread might be causing most of my major issues.
Now to get my eyes checked and I will be good to go. I can't wait to be taking sessions again.