grouch
Well-Known Member
So last Thursday I started feeling a little off. I couldn't quote put my finger on it other than a small bought of the binds. Friday came with much the same. Saturday came and I was heartbroken. I wanted desperately to go the launch in Asa but I was feeling worse I still couldn't put my finger on it so I unpacked my rocket crap and hit the couch. In a few hours I started to run a fever along with the continuing stomach pain I still mistook as the binds. Sunday came with no relief in sight, in fact the pain became worse. I decided to listen to my awesome wife (those who know her will agree) and go to the ER.
By the time she drove me to the ER on Sunday night, I was doubled over with a pain that can't really be described other than bad. After I answered all their questions the ER doc rushed me off to get a CT scan with contrast. In about 30 minutes he came back with a proud but serious look on his face (he suspected the cause and turned out to be right). That's when I learned that I had a case of diverticulitis that was severe enough to perforate causing me to get a nasty case of peritonitis. The small local ER decided I needed to go to the big ER to observation incase I needed a surgeon to preform their handiwork on me. After getting checked into the hospital I was put on an IV of potent antibiotics and nutrients. My job was to sit and wait to see if the fever and pain would get worse or better over time. A constant check of my white blood cells was performed while I laid in bed catching up on old Law and Order reruns. Of the several doctors that came and saw me, the surgeon turned out to be the most important. He said they could easily go in there and cut out a section of my bowel and put me on a poop sack until I healed enough to resect the bowel or we could wait to see if the antibiotics would do in the peritonitis while my white count returned to normal. I am so thankful he chose the second route.
Anyway, today is the first day I have eaten anything through my mouth since Sunday night. I have not had any sugar and all the nasty side effects of sugar detoxing was masked my the other pain I was dealing with. So now I have the chance to limit my sugar intake seeing how I have to learn what I can and can't eat anyway. Until last Sunday night I had no idea I had diverticulum much less managed to inflame them to the point that one would pop and spill poop inside my free stomach. I guess these are the lesson you learn when you get older. I am thankful the good Lord placed a patient surgeon in my life, I am thankful it wasn't anymore serious than it was and most of all, I am thankful to be alive to spend time with my wife. I am not sure how I would have gotten through the mess without her.
By the time she drove me to the ER on Sunday night, I was doubled over with a pain that can't really be described other than bad. After I answered all their questions the ER doc rushed me off to get a CT scan with contrast. In about 30 minutes he came back with a proud but serious look on his face (he suspected the cause and turned out to be right). That's when I learned that I had a case of diverticulitis that was severe enough to perforate causing me to get a nasty case of peritonitis. The small local ER decided I needed to go to the big ER to observation incase I needed a surgeon to preform their handiwork on me. After getting checked into the hospital I was put on an IV of potent antibiotics and nutrients. My job was to sit and wait to see if the fever and pain would get worse or better over time. A constant check of my white blood cells was performed while I laid in bed catching up on old Law and Order reruns. Of the several doctors that came and saw me, the surgeon turned out to be the most important. He said they could easily go in there and cut out a section of my bowel and put me on a poop sack until I healed enough to resect the bowel or we could wait to see if the antibiotics would do in the peritonitis while my white count returned to normal. I am so thankful he chose the second route.
Anyway, today is the first day I have eaten anything through my mouth since Sunday night. I have not had any sugar and all the nasty side effects of sugar detoxing was masked my the other pain I was dealing with. So now I have the chance to limit my sugar intake seeing how I have to learn what I can and can't eat anyway. Until last Sunday night I had no idea I had diverticulum much less managed to inflame them to the point that one would pop and spill poop inside my free stomach. I guess these are the lesson you learn when you get older. I am thankful the good Lord placed a patient surgeon in my life, I am thankful it wasn't anymore serious than it was and most of all, I am thankful to be alive to spend time with my wife. I am not sure how I would have gotten through the mess without her.