jdoggydogg
Footballguy
Hi all. I never thought I would feel lucky to do something as simple as to post in a forum like this, but here I am.
On Friday March 3rd, I started getting this pain in my guts. Sort of like the pain you feel after eating really spicy food. But if you know me, I love spicy food and I have an iron stomach. By March 7th, I'd had enough and I took myself to the emergency ward. The emergency doctors at Kaiser tried few tests, but could not find a cause and they sent me home with pain meds.
By 6 a.m. on March 9th, my wife woke to me groaning in agony in bed and declared she was taking me back to the emergency ward. On the drive to the hospital I told her that I was definitely getting some surgery today for something. Thankfully, this emergency doctor insisted that I get a CAT scan. Finally, they discovered I had an appendicitis. Now, no one looks forward to surgery, but I couldn't wait! The surgeon informed me that he'd be doing emergency surgery, and that they probably only need two small incisions in my torso to complete the surgery.
I awoke two see and 11 inch slice all the way down my torso and 20 staples to hold it all together. Not only that I have an appendicitis, but I had gangrene that was spreading to my colon. Had I waited another day or two I'd be dead. The doctors removed a fist size piece of my colon.
What followed was six agonizing days in a hospital room. I couldn't eat because food smelled awful, my guts hurt like I was being punched constantly. I was in so much pain I literally wanted to die. I was in so much pain, I told my beautiful wife not to visit me. Let me say this, if you're doing any lifestyle like drinking or smoking that will eventually bring you to a hospital stay, I suggest you stop. I've never felt so close to hell as I did in that hospital room.
I've been recovering for days now, and I don't have to go to work until April 10th. Thank goodness I have enough sick time to cover my pay. I've lost 18 pounds and my mom said well at least you lost some weight. Trust me, I'd rather gained 30 pounds and go through that torture again.
It feels good to talk movies and football with you guys again. I know it seems trivial, but I sure did miss it.
On Friday March 3rd, I started getting this pain in my guts. Sort of like the pain you feel after eating really spicy food. But if you know me, I love spicy food and I have an iron stomach. By March 7th, I'd had enough and I took myself to the emergency ward. The emergency doctors at Kaiser tried few tests, but could not find a cause and they sent me home with pain meds.
By 6 a.m. on March 9th, my wife woke to me groaning in agony in bed and declared she was taking me back to the emergency ward. On the drive to the hospital I told her that I was definitely getting some surgery today for something. Thankfully, this emergency doctor insisted that I get a CAT scan. Finally, they discovered I had an appendicitis. Now, no one looks forward to surgery, but I couldn't wait! The surgeon informed me that he'd be doing emergency surgery, and that they probably only need two small incisions in my torso to complete the surgery.
I awoke two see and 11 inch slice all the way down my torso and 20 staples to hold it all together. Not only that I have an appendicitis, but I had gangrene that was spreading to my colon. Had I waited another day or two I'd be dead. The doctors removed a fist size piece of my colon.
What followed was six agonizing days in a hospital room. I couldn't eat because food smelled awful, my guts hurt like I was being punched constantly. I was in so much pain I literally wanted to die. I was in so much pain, I told my beautiful wife not to visit me. Let me say this, if you're doing any lifestyle like drinking or smoking that will eventually bring you to a hospital stay, I suggest you stop. I've never felt so close to hell as I did in that hospital room.
I've been recovering for days now, and I don't have to go to work until April 10th. Thank goodness I have enough sick time to cover my pay. I've lost 18 pounds and my mom said well at least you lost some weight. Trust me, I'd rather gained 30 pounds and go through that torture again.
It feels good to talk movies and football with you guys again. I know it seems trivial, but I sure did miss it.