Back from the dead!

Hello Everyone, I know it's been a long long time since I talked to most of you. Some of you know and some of you don't know but since my last blog, I was in the hospital 2 more times. I was in the hospital a total of 23 days over the period of the end of January and the month of February. I had 5 stomach taps, most every stomach tap produced 5 liters of fluid. Just think about how much that is. I was admitted a second time only three days after I last wrote. I was feeling okay and then things got much worse. I could not stop puking and was rushed to the ER on a Friday night in Boston. Not the most desireable location, and after that ordeal, we could see where the show ER got a lot of its material. It was unreal. Feeling as bad as I did, we still proceeded to see drunks handcuffed to beds, a lady who needed to be handcuffed to her bed with police officers surrounding her, other beds with patients in them, languishing in the halls because there were no places to put them. It wasn't fun. My in-laws, Brian and I tried to stay awake although it was the middle of the night and hope that they could do something for me.

After many more tests, and seven hours later, at 4am, they finally admitted me back onto the private floor I was on before. This hospital trip was my worst. I was in the hospital for 14 days straight. That's enough to drive anyone nuts. I was continually poked and proded and still no end or comfort in sight. To top it off, the doctors couldn't tell if I was pregnant or not because I had so much liquid in me, and the hormones were giving negative and positive readings. That aside, since we weren't even thinking about that any longer, my pain was excrutiating. I have never been more terrified and sad in my whole life.

Brian spent many days and nights with me by my side. After a week, I told him he had to get back to the real world and his new job at the bank. My mom came in to relieve Brian and see for herself how bad I was. We spent many days watching bad TV, sometimes playing Yahtzee if I had the energy and wasn't in too much pain, and just being bored, trying to read to entertain ourselves.

I got out on Valentine's Day, which indeed was a little present. Still sad, Brian was gone back home, and still not feeling great, I started to get better, slowly and surely. But again, after only four days of being home, I got sick again. Again, throwing up profusely, with the rhea accompanying, John (father in law) called the doc and he said to admit me again. I was over it.

Mom got her stuff together, and John and Cyndi drove us back to the hospital that Sunday, February 19th. I was diagnosed with the end of my OHSS, and a viral infection of some sort. So another four days in the hospital and finally a light at the end of the tunnel. I had one last doctor's appt. to get cleared to fly, and got home late last Tuesday.

It has been very hard transitioning back into normal life, since I don't know what normal would be after the last few months. Thank goodness I love my job so much. It has put a smile back on my face, as I hit my first half day today. I'll do half days this week and then start back fully next week. I am still not even close to being back to normal. My ovaries are still at 10.3 cm. each, I still have some remaining liquid in my body and I am still very weak. The doctors claim I will not see the light of day for feeling better until mid-April. I guess I have got something to look forward to..but other than that it's a long long road to recovery. In a few weeks, I will have an update for you all whether we are pregnant or not. Still waiting for the liquid to leave the body and the hormones to come down.

Thanks again for all your well wishes. I love you all.

Love, Linds