Hello, fans! Sorry it's been so long. Lots of things have changed and I've been putting off explaining it all.
Last I wrote, I was dreading the possibility of having to do emergency hemodialysis through a central line. Well, shortly thereafter, I began having pain with breathing. After a few days it got pretty acute, so I went to the ER to make sure it wasn't a heart attack or pulmonary embolism or something. They did several tests and concluded that it was probably an esophageal spasm, so they sent me home.
A few days later, the pain was getting really severe, so I went to my primary care doctor. He prescribed me some steroids -- I don't remember why -- and told me that if the pain got worse I should go straight to the ER. The pain was increasing even as we left his office, so I just asked Jacob to drive right to the hospital.
At the ER, they were having a busy day, so they stuck me in a triage room. The pain continued to increase until I could barely breathe; I was taking very shallow, quick gasps as I wrapped my arms around Jacob's waist and buried my head in his chest. After more than an hour, they finally gave me something for pain, which ended up not doing much. They tried a couple of different things, and the only one that helped at all was fentanyl.
After an EKG, chest x-rays, blood tests, and more, they decided to admit me overnight. My brother kindly made the hour-and-forty-minute drive up to stay with me so that Mr. T could take Sunbeam home to sleep.
One night turned to eight as the doctors struggled to first diagnose my problem, secondly treat it, and thirdly get my pain under control. Various family members came to see me, some staying overnight, and Sunbeam spent two weekends with grandparents (one with each side) so that Mr. T could spend more time with me. My dad gave me a priesthood blessing, in which he mentioned that there were many miracles yet to come for me. I have already seen that coming true, as follows.