Hospital Report Day 7
Day 7….and what a completely different view I have of people that have to battle illness over a long period of time.
This has been such a journey. I was given the all clear to try food last week Tuesday after having my gall bladder out over a month ago. I tried a little normal food, and got a lot of pain, and being a normal guy, figured….”it’s just gas”. Made it to work Wednesday and things settled down until about 9:30 when I started in inflate again. At this point, I was thinking stomach bug, but I had missed so much work already and figured I best tough it out because in all honesty, we are the new hires. Not much in the way of vacation time or sick leave built up yet, so grabbed some Tums and some club soda to ease the stomach and kept on.
By Thursday, I hadn’t slept much so I got up early and headed in, and by about 4:30 in the morning I knew something serious was happening so I recorded some voice its and headed for the hills. Checked myself into the ER at Hackley Hospital and it was game on from there.
Full on Pancreas attack. Tests, more tests, scans, scopes, nothing to eat or drink, so many IV fluids I blew up like a beached whale (insert fat guy jokes here) pain meds, blood samples, vitals checked every two hours, no using the bathroom just pee in the jug, gowns, socks with rubber soles on them…..the whole drill. It’s easily been the hardest fight I have ever had to endure.
I know hat there are many that struggle out there with much worse than this medically, those with cancer, AIDS and other horrific illness, you have my respect for your strength as humans to fight that every day. There were days here I just wanted to give up, I simply can’t imagine your strength and awesome will to survive. Last night even, after seeing my old friend Bill Marshall from the Muskegon radio days, I started to think to myself…..”Maybe all of these old friends are coming because my time might be drawing to a close” Kind of one of those eerie movie type situations where all your friends gather…..blah……that was the moment I really got scared and finally started crying about the whole deal. Imagine that, me in a backless gown blubbering about my situation…..it was quit a sight I am sure.
Today, however, the P.A. came in and said, “Look all your enzymes and labs are reading normal, I want you to try a soft diet today and let’s see how that goes, and maybe tomorrow we can get you out of here”. That was my first beacon of hope in months it seems.
So far, so good….and I am happy to keep collecting the news from this staffer and that staffer and the word “tomorrow” is usually the subject of the sentence.
I know if I do leave here tomorrow it will be with a new found respect for those suffering from long term illness and those who devote their lives to treating them. The personal struggles, the ability to work with people who are feeling no hope and still be able to put a smile on and be your very best daily. I may have lost a gall bladder, but I have gained so much wisdom…..I would say that once again…..I might have come out much better than I deserve.
Thanks for hanging with me y’all