That Java Guy
02-06-2005, 17:02
FYI - this story took place Sept 2004.
For a little more than the last year I had been suffering from a weird - disabling painful abdominal problem that would hit me every 5 weeks like clockwork. That had been going on ever since I came back from a 3 month trip to a nearby 3rd world country (I got back November 03). The shit really sucked and got worse every time - I had been hospitalized for it the last 3 episodes before "The big trip".
Now I kept telling the docs that it was cyclic and most likely parasitic in origin. Since my labs had been coming back normal the say - "Hmmm - we don't no what it is, so here is some morphine for the pain and come back if it happens again. And remember, we are real doctors so quit trying to diagnose yourself". I was really getting tired of this shit! On the 3rd of Sept '04 it hit me again - I went to the hospital but that time brought along my trusty P.A. - An old 18D with 15 years of downrange time in S. America. We do the paperwork together and this time it's a little different. Along with all the other suck - I'm having extreme RLQ pain. The Navy doc on duty has me drink some radioactive stuff - then sends me off to CT. At CT the folks there have what looks like a 3L camelbak hanging from the ceiling waiting for me. I say "hey man - where ya gonna put all that fluid" to which I am answered "in you, and not by mouth" Son of a! Just when I thought things could not get any worse!!!
So - after the CT is done and I am draining - I get a knock on the door, I'm told I'm going to surgery. OK - I'm down with that, anything to stop the pain...Well, we all thought wrong. When the surgeon comes in to see me he talks for a while and then says - I'm going to treat you with antibiotics - you can move around too much to have any intestinal inflamation. I tell him I know all about this stuff but I'm hard like that :lifter and have been fighting through the pain - he scoffs at that and sends me off to get admitted.
So - I get checked in just when a typhoon hits Okinawa, I was going to check myself out the next day but now I'm stuck. Turns out the doc that is stuck in here with me actually listens. we talk and in addition to all my other meds he puts me on high dose IV metronidozole. (I've been NPO for 3 days now). He also checks my CT and decides I need surgery right away. While all this is going on I hit the head and manage to shit out about a thousand little pods - half a mm long with a hook on one end and a tail on the other. I think - hey, eggs - I have been right!!!! But - I'm still enroute to surgery. OK - we send some off to the lab and away to surgery I go.
Now, before I go any further, let me just say all of my surgeries have been very pleasant and recovery has been a breeze. Not this time folks. I guess I wasn't waking up fast enough for someone so I am hit with reversal agent - 10x the normal amount!!! (no - I'm not making that shit up, doc filled me in on the details) I am immediatly wide awake with no analgesic control at all!!! My surgery consisted of 2 scopes, me being split from belly button to pubic bome and the removal of remains of my appendix, and some small and large intestine - fucking ouch!!!! - 65mg of morphine later, along with toradol and 02 for my now depressed resp drive I was under control. That was an hour of the most fucking awful intense pain of my life. I am told that I took a swing at a few people but no one will tell me who reversed me like that - hmmm, I wonder why???
So - a few days later I am up and moving around in that circus of a place that the Navy calls a hospital ward. I have done my own IVs because the medics messed them up - done my own blood draws and given myself an NG tube twice. I was done letting these fools practice on me. The doctor I had was great but the nursing staff was full of morons!!!!!
Turns out my bowels were all inflamed and I was just being hard and working through it - in your face doc #1 - I did have a parasitic infection - Ameobiasis to the point where the numbers blew my appendix - and, all my intestines, large and small, were adhered together where the appendix used to be so all that had to be cut out.
Attached a couple pics for y'all - I did self care for my wound (delayed primary closure) - if those wackjobs couldn't draw blood right than no way was anuone working on my wound but me.
Dan
For a little more than the last year I had been suffering from a weird - disabling painful abdominal problem that would hit me every 5 weeks like clockwork. That had been going on ever since I came back from a 3 month trip to a nearby 3rd world country (I got back November 03). The shit really sucked and got worse every time - I had been hospitalized for it the last 3 episodes before "The big trip".
Now I kept telling the docs that it was cyclic and most likely parasitic in origin. Since my labs had been coming back normal the say - "Hmmm - we don't no what it is, so here is some morphine for the pain and come back if it happens again. And remember, we are real doctors so quit trying to diagnose yourself". I was really getting tired of this shit! On the 3rd of Sept '04 it hit me again - I went to the hospital but that time brought along my trusty P.A. - An old 18D with 15 years of downrange time in S. America. We do the paperwork together and this time it's a little different. Along with all the other suck - I'm having extreme RLQ pain. The Navy doc on duty has me drink some radioactive stuff - then sends me off to CT. At CT the folks there have what looks like a 3L camelbak hanging from the ceiling waiting for me. I say "hey man - where ya gonna put all that fluid" to which I am answered "in you, and not by mouth" Son of a! Just when I thought things could not get any worse!!!
So - after the CT is done and I am draining - I get a knock on the door, I'm told I'm going to surgery. OK - I'm down with that, anything to stop the pain...Well, we all thought wrong. When the surgeon comes in to see me he talks for a while and then says - I'm going to treat you with antibiotics - you can move around too much to have any intestinal inflamation. I tell him I know all about this stuff but I'm hard like that :lifter and have been fighting through the pain - he scoffs at that and sends me off to get admitted.
So - I get checked in just when a typhoon hits Okinawa, I was going to check myself out the next day but now I'm stuck. Turns out the doc that is stuck in here with me actually listens. we talk and in addition to all my other meds he puts me on high dose IV metronidozole. (I've been NPO for 3 days now). He also checks my CT and decides I need surgery right away. While all this is going on I hit the head and manage to shit out about a thousand little pods - half a mm long with a hook on one end and a tail on the other. I think - hey, eggs - I have been right!!!! But - I'm still enroute to surgery. OK - we send some off to the lab and away to surgery I go.
Now, before I go any further, let me just say all of my surgeries have been very pleasant and recovery has been a breeze. Not this time folks. I guess I wasn't waking up fast enough for someone so I am hit with reversal agent - 10x the normal amount!!! (no - I'm not making that shit up, doc filled me in on the details) I am immediatly wide awake with no analgesic control at all!!! My surgery consisted of 2 scopes, me being split from belly button to pubic bome and the removal of remains of my appendix, and some small and large intestine - fucking ouch!!!! - 65mg of morphine later, along with toradol and 02 for my now depressed resp drive I was under control. That was an hour of the most fucking awful intense pain of my life. I am told that I took a swing at a few people but no one will tell me who reversed me like that - hmmm, I wonder why???
So - a few days later I am up and moving around in that circus of a place that the Navy calls a hospital ward. I have done my own IVs because the medics messed them up - done my own blood draws and given myself an NG tube twice. I was done letting these fools practice on me. The doctor I had was great but the nursing staff was full of morons!!!!!
Turns out my bowels were all inflamed and I was just being hard and working through it - in your face doc #1 - I did have a parasitic infection - Ameobiasis to the point where the numbers blew my appendix - and, all my intestines, large and small, were adhered together where the appendix used to be so all that had to be cut out.
Attached a couple pics for y'all - I did self care for my wound (delayed primary closure) - if those wackjobs couldn't draw blood right than no way was anuone working on my wound but me.
Dan