Most people think of the holidays as a pleasant relaxing time with family. Me, I got sick on Christmas day and ended the holiday in the hospital.
Pureeing crab dip for Christmas lunch started the violent vomiting. So I sat all week trying to get better, feeling very guilty (for my eating indulgence) and getting worse. On Sunday (after two nights without sleep and 5 days without any food staying down), I conceded that I was dehydrated and needed medical attention. I went to the local ER and was diagnosed with the “stomach bug”, given fluids and anti-nausea medicine. About 12 hours after returning from the ER I was in so much pain with dry heaves, my husband took me to the hospital where I had my surgery.
It's a big deal waking two children at 1:30 in the morning, packing clothes/toys for them. My husband was a champ, keeping us all calm. I called the 24-hour service line to my medical team to let them know we were on the way to the ER and then sat and waited.
Once I was seen, they prescribed some pain medications, anti-nausea medications, an IV, and a CT scan to see why I was in pain. The CT scan showed a semi-blockage in the part of the intestine that was removed from the main digestive track. The blockage was from scar tissue. NOTHING I ATE OR DID CAUSED THIS. It was a relief, of sorts, to learn this, but we still had to deal with the existing problem, which led to…
…Being immediately admitted and then “tortured” by the on-call doctor with a hose that went up my nose and down to the intestine to suction out the blockage. (IT WAS HORRIBLE!) Followed by emergency surgery 3 days later to reattach my bowel to my stomach. I’ve now been in the hospital a week, on a first name basis with all the nurses on the floor, and am pretty sure all my veins in my left arm have been been poked. There is hope I will be heading home tomorrow.
- Call my medical team immediately when something is wrong. (I didn't call because I felt guilty and didn't want to be a bother.)
- Go to the hospital where my medical team practices. (I knew I should go to the surgery hospital on Sunday, but it wasn't convenient.)
- Trust my instincts.
After a smooth surgery and initial recovery I’ve certainly hit a bump…only 2% of all gastric bypass patients have this kind of complication. I hope that my next few months (and posts) will be less dramatic. Let me end with a bit of good news, though, I’ve lost 25 pounds (since surgery) as of this writing, and am wearing size 14 (no more plus sizes)! I promise “After” photo’s when I get home from my adventure at the hospital.