Surviving a Perforated Bowel - My Stomaversary Story and Questions

Hi!
I've been a member here for a few months but haven't had the courage to post until today.
My name is Beth, I'm 26 from England.
I'm coming up to my first stomaversary next month on the 12th of December and I'm very nervous and feel emotional.
I have diagnosed mental health conditions prior to my surgery and have since been diagnosed with PTSD again from my hospital stay.
I'd like to tell my story.
Going back to last year, my symptoms first started on the 2nd of November 2021. I was on holiday and it just started with diarrhea. I thought I just had a bug and I'd be fine in a few days. But it wasn't, after 7 days of diarrhea and some sickness, I contacted my GP. I was sent for blood tests and did a stool sample but was told they were fine. I kept getting worse, I was going to the toilet 10 times a day, having a few accidents, and every time I ate I was sick. I got nowhere with my GP surgery.
It came to the end of November and I was really struggling now, I couldn't eat anything other than jelly and I was still being sick. I was so weak and couldn't do much and had so little energy. My stomach was so bloated and I had awful pains. It came to a weekend and I felt so much worse so I phoned 111. They were going to send an ambulance but I said I could get a lift to A&E. I got to A&E and explained what was happening and I felt the judgment straight away that I was in A&E for sickness and diarrhea but it had been going on for nearly 4 weeks. I was triaged by a very judgmental nurse. She asked why I had come to A&E for just what I had and I explained I had been sent by 111. The nurse told me, "Well, they always send people here that don't need to be here." She told me she wouldn't send me through to A&E and I could see an out-of-hours doctor but "they would just give me paracetamol and send me home and I'd have to wait 4 hours so I was best going home and phoning my GP." I went home crying and in absolute agony.
I was back and forth to my GP but still wasn't able to get a face-to-face appointment and was just spoken to over the phone. I was given different anti-sickness and diarrhea medication but nothing made a difference.
Then came the weekend of the 4th of December. I was so, so poorly and was going grey in the face but I was so scared to go to A&E again and be sent away. I couldn't get myself up the stairs and had to have assistance. I knew I was ill but never thought it was as bad as it was.
I started bleeding when going to the toilet and again called my GP on the 6th of December. I was spoken to on the phone again but this time they agreed to see me face to face. I had to get someone to take me and escort me in because I couldn't walk alone. The GP did my blood pressure and it was low and he decided I needed to go to A&E just for some fluids and he would refer me to a gastroenterologist.
I never saw that gastroenterologist. I went to A&E, I begged for my mum to stay with me because I felt too unwell to get around by myself but it was refused for COVID restrictions. I was triaged and as soon as I walked in the room I threw up everywhere. This nurse said I would be taken straight to a room. I was confined to a room in case I had anything catchy. I couldn't stop being sick and going to the toilet.
Now from here, I don't remember much.
I know I was taken to a ward and I was told I had inflammation and would need steroids and fluids.
I still couldn't stop going to the toilet and being sick and it was using all of my energy. It came to the 11th of December, I was going downhill and I was told I was on the verge of sepsis and I could no longer leave my bed. I was told I had to use a bedpan and had a catheter put in. In the middle of the night, I was taken down for a CT and abdominal X-ray. I was then woken up at 5 am by surgeons around my bed telling me I had a perforated bowel and I needed emergency surgery straight away and would have a temporary stoma.
I was in absolute bits.
I was taken down for surgery and it was worse than they thought. My large bowel was perforated in several places, I had gangrene and when they tried to remove my bowel it literally exploded and disintegrated it was so diseased. My stoma would no longer be temporary. I had my whole bowel and most of my rectum removed except for my rectal stump.
I don't remember coming out of surgery, I was in intensive care for a few days and don't remember much from there. All I remember is meeting a stoma nurse for the first time and being told I would be out for Christmas. Initially, I was told I was doing well. However, at some point, I went downhill again, I'm not sure on the date because I was so out of it.
I was in hospital for Christmas but I don't remember it at all. On Boxing Day, which again I don't remember, I just know this from being told after, they found out I had a blood infection and an infection in my original incision and I went back to surgery.
They couldn't stitch me back up and instead I had a vac machine applied to drain my stomach and close the wound using negative pressure. My stoma retracted and they couldn't get it to stay up.
I was kept asleep after surgery and put on a ventilator and in an induced coma in intensive care again where I spent New Year. In January I came off the ventilator and then out of intensive care.
The only memory I have from intensive care is having hallucinations (intensive care delirium) due to infections and morphine.
When I was in intensive care they noticed my pupils were different sizes. They queried a stroke and did a head CT, thankfully it wasn't. But it's only starting to be investigated now.
I don't remember the ward to begin with but around mid-January, I started to get back to me and can remember things.
I was getting better but still so poorly. I was going down to theatre between every few days to eventually a week in between.
My stoma was still retracted, stoma nurses couldn't find the right bag for me and I was having leaks several times a day and waking up every morning covered in poo.
I slowly started being introduced to foods after about a month of just being fed through a line in my neck. I was on soup and ice cream for a while then I started proper food and still being fed through my neck.
They decided to start me doing physio, I had been in bed from the 11th of December until now around mid-January. It was very slow, to begin with, I just started sitting up and moving my limbs. At one stage I wasn't even able to move my own limbs.
As I started moving my arms and legs I noticed my right leg and foot didn't feel right. I kept telling doctors and nurses but they did nothing.
One Friday evening I started to develop breathing difficulties, I thought it was just a panic attack but when the nurse came over and did my oxygen it had dropped a lot. They pressed the emergency button and I had on-call doctors come and tell me I might need to go back to intensive care because they thought I had a blood clot in my lungs. Thankfully I didn't and it was an air bubble in my lungs which oxygen fixed.
Then a few days later I was told I had caught COVID and was going to be put in isolation with 5 others with COVID. This time was awful, the nurses didn't come in the room as often, I wasn't allowed to see family at all (I was allowed occasional visits from my mum before this because I had been so unwell) and I wasn't allowed visits from the stoma nurse.
I was constantly leaking and the staff didn't want to keep changing my bag (I still hadn't had training) so just kept sticking extenders around so I was so sore.
I wasn't on my proper mental health medication so I was having constant panic attacks.
Then the worst things happened.
I had been next to this poorly older lady before we both got moved to the COVID bay because we both had COVID. I knew she was poorly but didn't know how bad until I woke up in the middle of the night to them removing her body. She passed away in the night and I was heartbroken. The following morning another lady was put in her bed space, that evening she also passed. But this time I heard it all as her family cried out and when they were preparing her body one of the nurses didn't fully close a curtain and I saw her laying there. I can't get that image out of my head.
About a week later I was moved out of COVID isolation into another bay. I was put in the corner of the room next to a closed curtain. I thought nothing of it, it happened frequently if they had visitors or a doctor but the curtain didn't come open. Then came 2 visitors who went inside and I could hear crying. They left and then they came to collect her body. I was so upset again.

Welcome to the site. You've been through a lot. Congratulations on your stomaversary coming up, make sure to celebrate it however you feel fit to do.

I wish you were here for a couple reasons. I wish I could give you a hug. What hell you've been through. The second is hopefully better medical care.

I supposedly have PTSD. I am in a small group with others with PTSD. I say supposedly because my only experience with PTSD is with soldiers and I see my experience as nothing in comparison.

Before all I went through I liked being home and alone. I've never had cabin fever even when I lived up in northern South Dakota and got snowed in for a couple weeks. When I came home I had extreme nightmares and couldn't stand to be alone much. Night was the worst so a family member stays in my room with me. I had to have some light in the room.

I honestly can't tell you why I reacted this way. I can sleep in the dark again and I rarely have nightmares but that stopped when my family member started sleeping in here.

I've had some anxiety attacks. One in the hospital when physical therapy had me stand up and walk one day and I couldn't breathe.

Some days fear hits. I try to take life one day at a time to stop a lot of that. I'm told that's normal at the moment.

I don't know if any of that is similar for you. But please feel free to write me any time. I have strong shoulders, a little bony at the moment but strong.

I'm glad you shared your experience. It makes me so mad they turned you away at emergency. God bless you

First, I want to send a big virtual hug to you! Your story is both horrific and terrifying and leaves me shaking my head at the treatment you have received by the medical community, and I can relate. You are an amazing survivor, to say the least! The fact that you can still tell your story leads me to believe you will work to find the answers you need. I had a similar "onset" of illness and was misdiagnosed, ultimately leading me to become an ostomate. This site has made me realize there is much to be learned. I find answers can be found more readily here by other ostomates sharing similar circumstances, resulting in more (immediate) and helpful/useful information than the medical community provides - at least this has been the case for me. My initial surgery was done out of state while I was on vacation. Upon returning home, I have had to find several different doctors for follow-up reasons. My follow-up surgeon (although nice) does not seem to have any interest in any issues I have; his only interest is in doing reversal surgery. Sounds easy enough, but "au contraries mon ami," my experiences in hospitals, emergency rooms, and operating rooms would suggest otherwise. Wishing you the best! Jb

Hi Bethany, thank you for sharing your story. This is a wonderful site, and you will find many helpful people with personal experiences and suggestions of ways to cope. Never be afraid to post questions of all kinds, even "sexual," when you're ready for that. My name is Marsha, and I'm 74 years old. I have my ileostomy for almost 60 years, from the time I was 15. What you went through in a few months, I went through over 4 years. In the month of June (when I was 12), I got my period for the first time, then got it again in July, and then again in July, and then a few weeks later. That made me take a mirror and "look" below. I was bleeding from the wrong place (the rectum). The pains/cramps I had might have been from my period, or might have been from the onset of Ulcerative colitis. By Oct., I had a diagnosis. The rectal dr. I had been taken to recommended an ileostomy immediately, but my parents were adamantly against it. Instead, they found an upscale, NYC Gastro dr. willing to treat a "child" (UC was considered an old age disease back in the 1960's). I was put on steroids, still was in school, but had begun vomiting and had bloody diarrhea. By Jan., I was hospitalized as an emergency and was there for 6 months. I was on an adult ward, confined to bed, slept on a bedpan, developed a stomach ulcer from the medications, and was finally sent home at 70 lbs (down from 120) "to die." That was what I thought. I was home for about 10 weeks, and then back in the hospital for more tests, experimental treatments, intravenous feeding, etc. I was taken out of school, on home instruction, and was in and out of the hospital until I was 15. By then, I had osteoporosis, was in a back brace, had to go off the steroids, and was "bleeding to death." I went into shock, and they couldn't finish the first surgery. Just did the ostomy, but left all the diseased bowel in until I could go through further surgery. That was from Sept. to Dec. Had my second surgery, and they removed the diseased colon, but left the diseased rectal stump, just in case. It took another 6 months for me to get out of the back brace and back to school with my ileostomy. I had accepted it readily, learned how to manage, with the help of other ostomates (no stoma nurses back then). I was glad to be alive, and back to being in school, and even started to date. It was only then that I began to question the path my parents took. They were willing to let me suffer, and be experimented on, and treated with debilitating drugs, isolating me from school and friends/peers because of their fear of the surgery. Those feelings simmered under the surface, but it affected my relationship with my parents. In the meantime, I was in a rush to catch up with friends, met and married another ostomate, and 4 years later had my first child. Two years later, my second son was born. I'm going to fast forward to say that both children inherited our "bad genes." One had UC, the other had what his father had, Crohn's. Both are grown, married now, and have managed their conditions medically, no surgery needed. The common "ostomy" did not keep our marriage together, and my ex and I divorced after 24 1/2 years. I was relatively well from my thirties to my 60s, but with all the damage done to my body in those early years, I started to develop other medical issues: diabetes, liver disease (had Hep C from transfusions), kidney disease, asthma, arthritis in feet, knees, hips, hands, neck. For one of my kidney stone operations, they had difficulty intubating me, and my throat swelled up. I needed to be on a breathing tube while awake for 5 days. That was traumatic, and I had a bout of PTSD, waking up at night, not being able to breathe. Shortly after, my niece blessed my "bed" with bedbugs when she took a nap, and I had to have my whole room "purged." Along with that came nightmares of being eaten by giant bed bugs. I had a bout of vertigo (crystals in the inner ear were out of place). Although that was cured with vestibular (motion) therapy, it left me with a fear of walking, going down steps. I lost sense of balance, and that still is not "normal." Don't think it will ever be. My newest ailment is breathlessness, either due to lung issues or backflow in my veins. I have more than 10 doctors/all specialists, one for each body system. At 74, I mourn my lost youth, but am grateful that I survived and managed to live and do all I ever wanted to do. I had my babies, completed my college education as an adult, made wonderful friends, and after the divorce, traveled the world, and worked as a teacher. With hard work, you can overcome the horrors you went through, and while the PTSD may last a while, it will lessen over time. The most difficult thing for me was body image, not due to the ostomy, but to my stretched out (stretch marks) and scarred body. I have a deep hole as well, at the base of my incision, just above the pubic bone, when the drain had been for 3 surgeries. It's shaped like a big smile. :>)

Those early years really did impact the person I became. I set goals for myself, I worked hard, determined to make the rest of my life matter. It was easier years ago when I had more faith and "perceived" time. I feel that I don't have that much to look forward to these days, but every day that I wake up is a gift and a blessing. I lost a lot of friends due to COVID, and I'm grateful that so far I've avoided that. I was at high risk. Feel free to write and ask any questions you need answered. For those of you who have read it before, I apologize for retelling my story. I wish everyone the best of luck managing their life, their ostomy, and keeping their motivation to enjoy each day as it comes. Best regards, Marsha.

Stories of Living Life to the Fullest from Ostomy Advocates I Hollister

Just adding one more thing... By the time I was 18, and the rectal stump hadn't healed, I pleaded with my parents and doctors to remove the damn thing... The doctors said that eventually, with a "healed stump" they could rehook me... I told them in no way would I ever agree to risk that surgery. I was content having an ileostomy for life. So when I was 19, the stump was removed, but they also damaged my bladder, and I have lived with "no sensation to have to pee" for all these years. I pee by the clock... every 3 to four hours, unless I've had a lot of water... which I need to do for hydration. I healed well, and never regretted that decision... Marsha

Marsha again..... re" retracted stoma... It's not unusual for the stoma to "pull back" into the body over time... Mine used to protrude about an inch.. These days, it's almost flush with my belly.. on top... The belly underneath the stoma has pulled back, and formed a depression, which often causes leaks.. I have been using Convatec's 2-piece convex system, and also use 1/2 of a seal to build up the area under the stoma... I generally get 5-7 days of wear.....when the output is normal.. But I now also have an IBS condition (liquid acidic output/lots of gas), which eats through the seal in a few hours or a day or two.. For now, diet control (avoiding some types of foods) is the only thing that seems to help... I used to be able to eat just about anything.... Not so anymore.. Life changes.. I'm still learning to accept things I can't change... best of luck.. Marsha...

Hello Marsh

I remember previous posts you have written and I am always amazed at your wonderful attitude. You have been through so much in your life and survived it all - and still have a grateful heart! I, on the other hand, tend to be negative to this day about my situation. I struggle to get beyond decisions, regrets, and blame but each day I give it my best shot. As a parent, I can relate to your parents. I too would probably have tried to save a child from the ostomy surgery if there were choices - especially back in the days when ostomies must have been "top secrets" and I am guessing something to create fears unimaginable and no internet to research the procedure. I had a career and was "out in the world" and yet, believe it or not, I never even heard of an ostomy until I was in my mid-forties!!! How is that even possible? I wish there was a symbol (picture) of a person smacking another upside the head because I would surely deserve to receive a few of those from you and other ostomates on this site! Thanks for your story, because of it I will go forward today with a softer heart! jb

Hi Beth, I just want to welcome you to the site. I'm so glad you found us and I know you will find answers and support here. I am horrified at what you have experienced so far. That terrible nurse in the A&E should not be working in the healthcare field! You have come through so much and I admire your courage and strength. I don't have specific answers for some of your questions, but will say you should celebrate your 'stomaversary', because you made it out of that terrible time and are alive to tell the story. Believe that things will continue to improve and keep being proactive. Continue to do what you need to, to get the attention you deserve and don't let the medical professionals push you around. Don't give up. As far as the pain you are having right now, I don't know what it might be from, but if it gets really bad before you see your surgeon again, do go to the A&E. Best of luck, and make sure to keep in touch with us all. We are all here for you.

Terry

Thank you so much. I definitely will find a way to celebrate. Just undecided what I want to do right now.

Thank you so much.
I'm hoping I get good care from now. The surgeons I'm under now have been good so far.

I know what you mean about the lights. Some nights I struggle if I haven't got some noise to fall asleep to. The quiet freaks me out. Sometimes I play a TV program on my phone so it's not silent because I hate the silence now.
I also had a massive fear of being in a room with the doors locked to begin with. That's not as bad now but I think that came from when they would shut the curtains around my bed and not come back for a while and I felt so trapped behind them. I had panic attacks over that.

I will be glad when I get to work through it all properly by talking through it. I talk to my mum and she's great but she doesn't understand what it was like.
Thank you

Thank you so much, that's really nice to hear.
There definitely is so much to learn. I want to try and raise more awareness, but I wouldn't know where to start.
I'm under 2 hospitals regarding my stoma. One is where I had my stoma made, and another is about half an hour away with a more specialist doctor. However, he seems very keen on pushing a pouch option on me, something I'm not keen on from what I've read. I have an appointment with him next month where I hope he drops that idea.

Hello!

Replying to all 3 posts in 1.

Thank you so much. Wow, that's definitely a story. I'm sorry you had to go through all that.

I'm glad things have come on since those times.

I have no experience of the other physical health problems you've written about other than vertigo. I had vertigo for about 3 weeks the year before my surgery, and it was an awful time.

I'm currently at 4 specialists and my GP surgery. I'm hoping that doesn't grow.

I have scars from my drains too! One of them is properly dipped in.

I'm definitely thankful I'm alive and was saved. My goals have been put on hold for now, but I will definitely get back to them when I'm ready.

I've been told I could go for a pouch option, either a J pouch or IRA, but I'm very against it from speaking to people that had regular accidents. The sort of work I did before my surgery, I wouldn't be able to run off to the toilet when I needed.

How did you find the surgery to remove the stump?

I've been told I'll need it, but they want to hold off for me to decide if I want children, if I can. I have no idea if I want children. I've been told my fertility has likely been affected by 11 surgeries and a lot of scar tissue.

My stoma has been retracted within the first few weeks and has never come back out. I can only just see my stoma; it's sucked into the skin. It causes a lot of problems with permanent sore skin and leaks, but I'm hoping my next surgery fixes that. It will be nice not to change my bag at least once a day.

It's been 3 times in the last 24 hours. So it would be nice to keep it on for a few days.

I should find out the plan next month.

Thank you so much.

Hello!

Thank you so much.

The nurse really shouldn't. I'm hoping when I feel able to review what happened with them they take action and it never happens again.
Thank you. I really need an idea for my stomaversary, just not sure what to do!
I've spoken to my stoma nurse about the pain again, and she said it's definitely internal because she looked for any signs on the outside and there was nothing. She's recommended visiting an E.R. if it gets really bad again before my next appointment. I think I will have to if it gets as bad as it did a few days ago. I just worry they won't take me seriously again.
Thank you!

Hi Beth:

First of all, thank you so much for sharing your story. As you have found, you have a lot of support here! Looking back, my story is radically different from what you experienced. I was diagnosed with Crohn's disease in 1995. After several years of discovering that I had allergic reactions to every drug on the market for Crohn's disease, the only med that worked to control my flares was prednisone. So yes, I was on prednisone from 1995 until 2017 when I had my ileostomy. I had a major surgery in 2000 when they removed 50% of my colon and also gave me a partial hysterectomy (as my colon had attached to my uterus). Several surgeries for fistulas--I even had a recto-vaginal fistula (which was downright awful). Luckily for me, I had a great gastro doc and a truly gifted surgeon (the same surgeon did all of my surgeries). Then in September of 2017, my surgeon told me, "We've really got to get that colon out of you and give you an ostomy." I didn't get a "Barbie butt," but he did a fabulous job as I also had a hernia that needed to be repaired at the time. The surgeon ended up meshing the hernia and then he pulled my stoma through the mesh to avoid the chance of future hernias. Hernias, as I'm sure you've been told, are very common with us ostomates. After my surgery, I went back to see my gastro doc, and he told me how wonderful I looked. He also shared with me that if I didn't have the surgery, I would have probably been dead by Christmas! Talk about a wake-up call! Here I am 5 years out, and Louise (the name of my stoma) and I still have a love/hate relationship--lol. But I'm still alive and life is good. Please feel free to message me if you have any questions or are in need of support. I truly care.

Hi Beth, I'm glad you are planning to address your terrible treatment and lack of care with the hospital, when you are feeling up to it. There should be consequences for that nurse who treated you so poorly. The fact that you were not even able to see a doctor is inexcusable. You should have been given an X-ray right away, and a lot of the hell you endured could have been avoided. I came by my ostomy the same way as you did. I had unbelievable abdominal pain and was taken to the ER, where they did an X-ray immediately and discovered I had a perforated bowel, but it was discovered quickly and was still small. I had my surgery within a few hours and there was no opportunity for infection to set in, unlike the horror you went through. I mean, you almost died! I really hope there is a way for you to lodge a complaint and have an investigation into how you were treated. It would probably give you some satisfaction too, going forward, to know that someone was held accountable and that the same thing doesn't happen again.

Terry

I've had my stoma redone because of its shrinkage. It was done approximately 5 years after the original surgery.

It was such a blessing! No more leakages! I still wear a convex barrier, paste, and barrier ring though...just in case, LOL! I was in the hospital for about 3 days with no problems. It was a godsend to finally have a stoma sticking its head out of my belly. I named it Lucy!

I agree totally! I want to hug and cry for her. I definitely feel PTSD from this as well. I'm going to be saying prayers for her.

I'm so sorry you went through so much...for someone with PTSD, hospital stays can definitely add more trauma. I received my ileostomy in October, it was a scheduled surgery so I knew what to expect and was looking forward to feeling better after decades of motility issues. Over those decades, no one did the imaging procedures to find out why stool wasn't moving normally until this last year. But I had a weird complication that doubled my time in the hospital and caused me to have many other procedures to figure out the problem. I have complex PTSD, so the hospitalization triggered it. The complication? A few weeks before surgery, my neurologist injected Botox into tight muscles in the back of my neck so I could lie more comfortably. As my surgery date neared, I started having trouble swallowing. The Botox had drifted into the muscles that controlled my swallow on the right side. But until it was confirmed as the cause, I couldn't go home. Even after going home, I had home health care to hydrate and monitor me. But the good thing is we got through it!!! We're still here, trying to be ok! I'm new to this site, so hope I'm posting and replying as I should. Good luck to you and I hope you're a little better every day.

Hello,

Sorry for the slow reply.
I haven't figured out this website yet!
I'm glad you got your stoma in time. It's a huge wake-up call, isn't it? When I found out I wouldn't have survived more than a few hours, it was a huge shock.
Things are still difficult for me. I've come out with a lot more issues than I had previously, and even though it's nearly been a year since the surgery, I'm still adapting to my new life.

Stanley is my stoma's name, and he'll be 1 year on the 12th!

Hello,

Sorry for the slow reply. I haven't figured this website out yet!
I am definitely going to be following up with what happened now. It's very hard some days to come to terms with what happened because things would have been so different if they had just sent me for a scan and through to a e.
Thank you so much

Sorry for the late reply. I haven't figured this website out.
I'm so glad you got your stoma sorted. Can I ask how long the surgery took? And how long your recovery was afterwards.
I'm assuming mine will be a bit longer because they are going to open my huge incision again and stitch me up properly.

Thank you so much

Oh no, I'm sorry you went through that!
Thank you so much, I hope you're doing better.

I'm so sorry that you have gone through all you have. My experience here in the United States with doctors has been similar. I like you was passed off as nothing when I first started getting sick. Then I got an ileus and they sent me home to care for myself instead of hospitalizing me. I could not eat and was withering away and in so much pain. My story is long and even with a present ileus that they saw on a CT scan, they sent me to a psychologist. That psychologist could not believe that I was sent here and she was upset about it. She told me to go to a different hospital because they were not taking care of me there.
I went to a different hospital system and they did take care of me very well. I got my stoma and proctocolectomy. However, while I'm in the hospital after surgery, I got ileus. I had the nasogastric tube for 2 days and then my surgeon thought I'd be fine so they removed it. Well, that night the ileus was still there and my doctor went out of town. At night, you have to deal with the hospital house doctors. I was vomiting bile all over my room and the nurse kept calling him and he would not give me back the nasogastric tube. He was literally killing me. At one point, I called the hospital preacher and I vaguely remember him standing over me praying. I called for him because I thought I was dying. One last big green vomit that left the side of my bed looking like a green river on the floor and finally the nurse ran in with the nasogastric tube. I was never so happy to see that horrible thing. I think the nurse was happy too because they had to smell the stench and clean up the vomit. But yeah, PTSD I sure did and certain doctors that try to brush me off for medical issues to this day can trigger this PTSD in me. I don't know what happened to the medical field today but I'm convinced they don't care about people anymore. They don't want to investigate; they only want to care for people with already diagnosed problems that they can manage with medications.
It's a real shame! Even cancer patients are being told they are crazy and sent to psyche doctors. Here to later find out that the symptoms they were having were cancer. I'm sure they have some PTSD too.

By the way, my surgeon was so upset when he found out what happened. I spent 30 days in the hospital with that ileus and still dealing with it slowly resolving when I went home. I'm good now but had hernia surgery last year. I'm very leery of doctors. When something's wrong, I'm scared to set appointments in fear of getting called crazy.

Did the foot drop issue ever get resolved?