I would like to take the time to thank the "Medical Team" that saved my life
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When I left the hospital in 2008 after a four-month stay, I weighed 108 lbs and had about that much in clinical records to boot! Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong, and on so many levels. Within 16 hours of being in the emergency room, they decided to operate, and after I responded well for a short time, they realized I had gone into septic shock. That doctor resigned within a day after 25 years as a surgeon in this hospital; I was his last surgery! So, because he resigned, I now have no doctor assigned to me, just our health system. But because I am in critical care, I have that one-to-one ratio, and a big medical team, and am well taken care of. They were truly the angels in my life. So, they induced me into a coma for about 27 days, and in that time my weight went to about 280 lbs. At one time, there were 26 different I.V. lines going into me. When coming out of the coma, I realized that my hospital room was nothing more than a social meeting place for my family, friends, and medical team, well, that was my thinking! I reflect back and see that I was their entertainment, comedy at its best, so they say.
So now, nearly eight weeks later, I am being transferred to a ward, and just in time for some neglect. See, now I have no doctor in charge of me, but still all the specialists doing their daily drop-ins! No one makes sure their drugs are working well with the other doctors' drugs and so on. So my parents decide to call a doctor friend of theirs, and he came in and I was in bad shape after about two weeks on this ward. He diagnosed me as being dehydrated. This is when they finally assigned a doctor to me when I asked for one. All this and I have not started eating as there is something still wrong. You know how us ileostomy can dehydrate. So after getting me all straightened out, they tell me they have to take out more small bowel, but want to wait for three months from the last operation, still no food. And who walks in the room? The doctor who did the emergency surgery, and truly lost for words, said the hospital phoned his office saying that I had wanted to see him. I had told him everything was fine and thank you. I am not sure if he knows that he too is one of those angels.
So after three or four more near-death experiences after all that while still in the hospital. Scars in places you wouldn't think of, even my face, underneath my nose from the tube they shove up your nose to go to the stomach. From me moving around so much, I guess. Not too bad if I keep clean-shaven.
I cannot forget my family and friends; they were on that angel list as well. Right up there too! The love I received at that time is so special, in so many ways. As my family has been growing, I am truly glad to be alive to share these precious moments. Had some dreams come true, you know guys, threesome in the shower deal, just wish I could have taken advantage of the situation, those two nurses. I think that they were laughing with me, not at me, I hope!
I know that I do view this differently than some. As I did not and was not educated enough in the beginning as to all options. My way of life as I knew it can no longer work, those long days are nothing more than a memory. I have to rethink almost everything I do, just to make things easier. Seem to have the time to take advantage of and no energy to execute. I am still ahead of the game though. This disease of Crohn's has led me to meeting some wonderful people and for that, I am thankful. So from the bottom of my heart, I do thank and appreciate each and everyone in my life. From all the doctors, nurses, family, and friends, all the people on this site, truly thanks for being part of my perfect life. I do need each and every one of you!
no gutz no glory no way!
