nlmcp hope your dad is ok.
Well I got to go BACK to the hospital yesterday. In the ambulance no less.
I woke up feeling queasy and sick and COLD. Stayed in bed under the covers and slept off and on. Hubby comes home and says: "why is the house 78 degrees? It's hot in here". I tell him I don't feel good and I'm cold.
He asks if I had eaten or had anything to drink and I tell him no, my stomach is too queasy for anything, then he notices that my nails are blue. I was having chest pains, but thought it was heartburn from not eating. So he calls EMS. They come in, do an EKG, that looks fine, but decide I'm really dehydrated and need to go to the ER. ER does lots of bloodwork, EKG, chest xray, says its not the heart, probably the stomach. A bag of fluid and some stuff for nausea later and I got to come back home.
Damn, this surgery is kicking my butt. I can't seem to get past a certain point on the getting well stage. I haven't improved much this week. And yesterday was a definete setback. UGH. I hate this.