Hello all my readers,
This is an apology and an explanation of what's been happening to me.
I just got out of the hospital. I have been very very sick for quite some time, hence, the reason for not posting as often. So for those of you who would like to hear my ordeal I will tell you my tale of woe's. For those of you who do not want the gory details. Just know that I'm sorry I haven't posted and I will try as soon as possible, but I can't promise exactly when.
So for those of you that would like to hear my horror story read on…..
For all of my life I have had stomach issues and have been going to the doctor asking what the hell is wrong with me, and the answers always were the same. We have run all of the test and we can't seem to find anything. Your symptoms are not normal. This went on for years and years. I am now 44 years old and for the past 15 years have been sick every day, couldn't eat much, really tired and just over all felt like crap, with the added symptom of pain in my right side.
Ten years ago, I went through extensive tests on my gallbladder. And again… there is nothing wrong. Still I kept getting sicker, I was so sick my skin was turning green from all the poisons in my system. Finally, a few months ago I had enough. I went to my doctor and said – "Ok, I know there is something wrong, we just have to find it, and I know it's my gallbladder even if I don't have normal symptoms!" so he said ok it's been ten years it's reasonable to check it again but we have to start all over with tests. I said fine let's get started…
Low and behold …. Guess what you have gallstones!#$%^&* "Really, hmm, no shit!"
So you know how doctors are... takes them forever to get around to it. And Last Sunday I had a full blown gallbladder attack. Basically it felt as if I was being kicked in the side by a freaking donkey! So I go to the Emergency room and they say well we can't take your word for it even though you have all these tests we can look at for the last F****** month! You don't have the normal symptoms of a gallbladder attack. So we have to run a bunch of tests first. Well, after running all their freaking tests again they said – "Since you already have an appointment with the general surgeon on Tues there is nothing we can do for you. Except give you drugs. So I go home….
The next morning I wake up in just as much pain as the day before and so I called the general surgeon and told them the situation and they said fine come right in….
Monday – Straight to the doctors told them I was ready to be admitted to the hospital and ready for surgery. I had not eaten or drank a thing since the day before and that was not much.
Monday 9 AM – admitted to the hospital – pain in the butt process….
Monday 1 PM – Taken to surgery
Monday 2 PM – CODE BLUE IN THE OPERATING ROOM
Apparently, I had a strange anatomy; my main artery that connected to the gallbladder had another branch that looped under the one the doctor could see. The other branch was directly below the branch he had to sever, and in the process severed the artery below that was not clamped off. It spasmed and didn't begin to bleed right away so they went on their merry way taking out the gallbladder.
Oh and btw my gallbladder…. About 4 times what it was supposed to be (about half the size of a sandwich bag) and severely diseased with lots of stones and one of the stones about as big as they come –
THE FREAKING SIZE OF A GOLF BALL!
And a few more almost as big and several more that were ranging in size. The doc said I had so many that I could have made them into a necklace. No I didn't get to keep them, I asked, they all had to be sent to the lab. My 17 year old son was very disappointed. lol
Ok, well in the meantime, they are getting ready to close and he decided to take one more look. And guess what they find a spurting fountain of my blood under my liver. He had started my operation Laparoscopically and by the time he gotten to the artery there was too much blood to see with the camera. So I am now the bride of Frankenstein. He pulled the camera and sliced me open about 10 inches across my upper abs. I lost about 1000ml or just over 2 pints of blood. The human body only has about 10 pints so that is a lot. He and another surgeon had to get inside and clamp off the spurting vessel. I was only supposed to be in surgery for an hour and 4.5 hours later, I was in the ICU, with my husband and mom freaking out. I have 17 staples in me, anemic, and in pain, but alive!
I spent the last 4 days in the hospital just trying to become coherent again.
Good news is that I am functioning somewhat. My mom is staying with me to take care of me and it will take about six weeks to recuperate, but I will be ok – scarred for life, without a nasty gallbladder.
So needless to say, I am hoping I will begin to feel better soon. And I hope to be back to writing SOON!
Again Sorry to all of my faithful readers who are dying to see how this story ends. I promise I will finish my stories. Hang in there with me. I promise I won't try to die again.
Sincerely
Debra