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Had a bad week this week due to some health issues.
Thursday last week I started getting a lump in my abdomen. By Friday it was very swollen and I needed to go to see a doc. It being Friday at 6 PM we went to the ER. My buddy who had a triple hernia thought I might want to go right away as my pain was getting worse by the minute.
In the ER the 1st year resident decides it's a hernia and tries to push it back in 4 separate times. He had me on 2 shots of Morphine, 1 of Versed, 1 of Toradal. I was leaping up off the table each time and then he called in a surgeon who exclaimed it wasn't a hernia, but an infected cyst under the skin that had grown to the size of a Polish sausage.
They sent me home with anti-bodies, but the next day due to the damn thing being pushed on it ruptured and spread infection. My leg, scrotum, and gut started turning red rapidly and I felt really bad. Called my Doc and tell him what happened. He says get to the hospital fast! (Saturday night)
In the ER of a different better hospital they tell me I had 4-6 hours before I could have had life threatening issues.
They start pumping anti-bodies in me by the liter (literally) and admit me to a room. On the 3rd course of anti-bodies I have a reaction. I knew this could happen because I react to lots of meds badly.
The nurse had just left the room after hooking me up and giving me another shot of morphine. I started to drift off to sleep due to it being 3 AM by this time. Something dark comes over my vision as if something was in the room with me. (I know it sounds weird and I was drugged) Then a little voice in my head tells me to hit the call button or I'm going to die.
By the time I reached for the call button I couldn't talk straight. My chest was tight and my heart rate went well past the redline. My muscles started contracting and teeth chattering. My whole life flashed before my eyes and I saw my little girl sad without a father at my funeral. It was truly the scariest thing I've experienced. My heart hit 190 by the time they hooked my up to the monitor and I'm no athelete!
Luckily that voice worked and the nurses came in to take care of me. A shot of Benadryl and some other stuff brought me out of it. A tearful call to my wife brought her back to the hospital at 3:30 AM scared out of her mind to her blubbering husband.
After a couple of days on the anti-bodies they cut open my gut and drained the area. I went home on Wednesday then had to go back to the doc today for drug reaction issues again. My system is too tender for it's own good on this stuff.
So.... I feel like crap and haven't been to work all week. Came home to find out someone had cancled my DSL service along with changing my ISP password again. My ISP was scratching their head again and I am on dial-up doing this post. My DSL company says my account was deleted and will take several days to put back.
What a week!
Oh.... I forgot to mention Monday was my 35th birthday. What a time I had on my Birthday!
Thursday last week I started getting a lump in my abdomen. By Friday it was very swollen and I needed to go to see a doc. It being Friday at 6 PM we went to the ER. My buddy who had a triple hernia thought I might want to go right away as my pain was getting worse by the minute.
In the ER the 1st year resident decides it's a hernia and tries to push it back in 4 separate times. He had me on 2 shots of Morphine, 1 of Versed, 1 of Toradal. I was leaping up off the table each time and then he called in a surgeon who exclaimed it wasn't a hernia, but an infected cyst under the skin that had grown to the size of a Polish sausage.
They sent me home with anti-bodies, but the next day due to the damn thing being pushed on it ruptured and spread infection. My leg, scrotum, and gut started turning red rapidly and I felt really bad. Called my Doc and tell him what happened. He says get to the hospital fast! (Saturday night)
In the ER of a different better hospital they tell me I had 4-6 hours before I could have had life threatening issues.
They start pumping anti-bodies in me by the liter (literally) and admit me to a room. On the 3rd course of anti-bodies I have a reaction. I knew this could happen because I react to lots of meds badly.
The nurse had just left the room after hooking me up and giving me another shot of morphine. I started to drift off to sleep due to it being 3 AM by this time. Something dark comes over my vision as if something was in the room with me. (I know it sounds weird and I was drugged) Then a little voice in my head tells me to hit the call button or I'm going to die.
By the time I reached for the call button I couldn't talk straight. My chest was tight and my heart rate went well past the redline. My muscles started contracting and teeth chattering. My whole life flashed before my eyes and I saw my little girl sad without a father at my funeral. It was truly the scariest thing I've experienced. My heart hit 190 by the time they hooked my up to the monitor and I'm no athelete!
Luckily that voice worked and the nurses came in to take care of me. A shot of Benadryl and some other stuff brought me out of it. A tearful call to my wife brought her back to the hospital at 3:30 AM scared out of her mind to her blubbering husband.
After a couple of days on the anti-bodies they cut open my gut and drained the area. I went home on Wednesday then had to go back to the doc today for drug reaction issues again. My system is too tender for it's own good on this stuff.
So.... I feel like crap and haven't been to work all week. Came home to find out someone had cancled my DSL service along with changing my ISP password again. My ISP was scratching their head again and I am on dial-up doing this post. My DSL company says my account was deleted and will take several days to put back.
What a week!
Oh.... I forgot to mention Monday was my 35th birthday. What a time I had on my Birthday!
