Night of the Living Dead

*The following is a word-for-word journal entry from Thursday, September 17. There is no embellishment or editing. NOTE: two days earlier, I took myself to Urgent Care for pain in my left abdomen. I assumed a bladder infection following a catheter camera examination the previous Friday, and hoped it would be caught quickly so that cancer surgery would not be delayed. A urine sample and talk with a doctor identified nothing at that time. However, five days AFTER this journal entry, rapidly increasing abdominal pain and a second appointment, along with another CT scan, revealed I was suffering from diverticulitis, or an inflammation of the interior lining of the large intestine. This was treated with two prescribed antibiotics, and my surgery would happen, as scheduled.*

9:06 am.

Oh look! A brand new day!

(49% sarcasm)

The girls are coming over today. Daran said ‘errands’, which means she wants an extra pair of hands for the Grandlings. Since I’m mostly fine, and have ZERO else to do, I’m all in. Maybe there’s a Horchata Cream Frap in my future!

12:20 pm.

Cooked and ate breakfast. Load of dishes. Now getting ready for the kids. Watched Night of the Living Dead – 1990 during all of the above. Drew no contemporary life parallels. I feel tired after all that. Guess I’ll see how I feel tonight. 19 days to go.

I don’t know what other motivation there is. There is no relationship or reward, or seemingly anything pushing me to this ‘first finish line’. Just counting down the days. Admittedly, that’s not much. The last couple of days, I haven’t felt too journal-wordy, either. I know it’s rooted in the Tuesday pain and Urgent Care visit, and some lingering right arm nerve pain from over-popping my shoulder around the same time. That just leaves me flat.

*By Sunday night, after dog sitting from Thursday night till Sunday afternoon, what started out as a mild pain and a whole lot of worry had turned into enough abdominal pain that I was emailing my doctor and popping a Percocet in hopes of having a few hours of relief and maybe a little uninterrupted sleep. Fortunately, the pain never returned after the meds wore off, and within a couple of days, I was being treated for the unexpected BONUS condition, in time for the BIG operation.*

(c) copyright 2020 William S. Friday

7 thoughts on “Night of the Living Dead

  1. My Mom had Diverticulitis back before we moved out. She had been incredibly sick for a couple of days and then ended up passing out in the bathroom doorway. It was earlier in the morning on the weekend and we all heard the loud *THUD* but my Mom is clumsy, so we figured she dropped something. Dad got up to see what she had dropped and found her unconscious on the floor. He got her to come around and drove her to the Emergency Room right down the street where she was eventually diagnosed and given antibiotics and told to follow a strict diet for the next few days. She apparently passed out from dehydration. Luckily she didn’t injure herself when she dropped. It was scary and I can only imagine what it was like for you having to deal with this new complication on top of preparing for major cancer surgery. And, like I told my Mom, now you know what it feels like and can remind your doctor that you’ve dealt with Diverticulitis in the past and ask them to check for that if you ever experience similar symptoms in the future. Here’s hoping that you never have to deal with it again though!

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