On the way home from Peru I got a terrible headache and in the days after we were back in Florida, my symptoms continued to get worse. I went to the doctor and he prescribed me some Cipro antibiotic, which should have solved most common infections from food poisoning. On Saturday evening, my stomach cramped up terribly and I felt like I was going to die. We had Griffin and Graydon over, so I had Paige come with me to the ER, so Andrea could come back home to watch the boys. On the way to the ER, the pain was excruciating and I could barely tolerate even the slightest acceleration from the car.
I begged Andrea to stay, and both my girls came in to the ER with me. The pain was radiating all throughout my torso, so they ran some EKG tests, blood tests, and a CT scan. The ER was full, so I was stuck in a bed between two restroom doors in the hallway. It was not the most comfortable spot, but I felt much better after they finally gave me some morphine for the pain and some medication for the cramping in my guts.
Amanda eventually came to pick up Paige, but Andrea stayed with me for the 5-6 hours in the ER. The culture results came back showing that I had a Shiga producing E. Coli infection and the antibiotics I had been taking were probably exacerbating the issue. The pain eventually abated and Andrea took me home. It was a terrible night, and it was the most pain I've been in, for a prolonged period. I have probably had worse pain for a few minutes at a time, but this was something brand new and it lasted for hours. I could barely get a breath in at some points and had to concentrate just to keep breathing.
Things are mostly back to normal now, but what a way to start 2024. Yikes.