The last six days have be some of the roughest of my life, and some of the most physically painful. Last Thursday on 6/2/2022 I was suffering from a case of gout, which at first I did not think was to bad of a flair up. I have had them in the past and I could ether get them to go away on there own, or use other methods to break up the crystals in my joints. Aka Apple cider vinegar and apple juice, baking soda or cranberry juice. At about 3:00 in the morning something changed. Suddenly I was feeling more pain than I ever had before with gout. I was writhing on the sofa (Texting a friend of mine Jomack, who convinced me that I needed to go to the ER in the first place.) in the living room unable to move, my screaming going unheard for a while until I managed to putt my leg in an office chair and scoot back to the bedroom where my husband was sleeping. I woke him up and I told him I thought there was something wrong and that I probably needed to go to the ER. After a little deliberation and waking my room mate we decided that this was not going to go away or let up, so I had Tuck drive me and Brendan to the hospital. ( Of which I am eternally grateful for.) After of course going down a flight of stares...
It was in fact a good thing that I went to the ER. I was in so much pain when I got there I was sweating bullets and still writhing in pain. They came in and gave me some morphine ( which i thought would have killed the pain, but all it did was was turn it down to a level where I could think, and get me high as fuck. The doctor came in and told me what they thought it was and what they were going to need to do to me to determine if this was in fact what was going on. They needed to do an ankle tap, and for those of you who don't know what that is, its like a spinal tap but for your ankle. Needless to say i was terrified, but I agreed and signed the paperwork needed.
Shortly after they got to work, giving me a local anesthetic, which might I add, didn't do shit. I mean it did of course but it sure did not feel like it. After numbing me up, they needed to guide the monster of all needles between my ankle bones and into the pouch of joint juice, while bending my foot downwards to get a good angle.( For those of you who have ever had gout Needless to say I am glad it was only the doctors that heard my screams... It felt like it went on for ages and I am not sure how I managed to keep myself from kicking out with my other leg. To this point in my life that is the single most painful experience I have ever had and I think I am going to have nightmares about it for a while. They finally finished and determined that I did indeed have an ankle infection, which had been set off by the gout attack. They told me that they needed to do an emergency surgery to wash out my ankle joint. And at that point I would have done anything to make the pain stop. If the situation had been different, and that had been a torture method rather than a medical procedure I am ashamed to say that I would have spilled the beans.
They then had me sign more papers and wheeled me back to the OR. Flat on my back in a bright and cold room with three nurses and I am assuming my doctor ( they were all wearing masks, I never saw anyone's face the whole time I was in the hospital.) Looking down at me. It felt like I was being abducted by aliens. They game me oxygen and started an IV, which they filled with liquid sleep. After that the next think I remember is waking up in recovery with my head spinning. I don't recall what was said in those few minutes where I woke up and they wheeled me up to my room. Soon after a couple of other people came in and started a Pick IV Line, which if you have never had one is an IV that leads right down into the Aorta artery just above your heart. ( as of writing this, its still there.) I sort of kind of don't mind it tho because it saves me being poked by a thousand other needles. The next five days were a blur of RN's Techs and orderly's coming into my room at all hours of the day and night to take blood, blood pressure. I could not go to the bathroom on my own for most of that time so I was urinating in bottles and having the orderly's help clean up my rear end and get me to and from the bed side commode and my bed. Brendan and Andy were there for me as much as they could be. Work still had to be done and bills and doggos still had to be taken care of and I can't thank them enough for there support through all this. Even now as I sit here again in front of my computer for the first time in six days Brendan is doing everything he can for me, as I am still unable to move around very much and I know he is having a hard time managing work and taking care of me. This morning my blood pressure was very high again, and that sent me into a spiral. I got really depressed and cried for a while, which is not something I do very often, but all the events from the last six days just cam spilling out of me.Here in about half an hour or so an In-home nurse is going to be coming by and giving me my antibiotics. This will happen twice a day for a while till the wound on my leg heels up.

Thank thoes of you who took the time to read this. I am not sure why i feel the need to write it all down for everyone to read but here it is.