New Year’s Day
You always hear people exclaim, “New Year, New Me!”, and I have to admit I said the same thing as I rang in 2019. My motto for this year was going to be Happiness Is Contagious. It still will be my motto, but I had a surprising start to the year. On the 1st I cooked all day. I made collard greens, black eyed peas, gluten free mac and cheese, and gluten free cornbread. I was excited to sit down with Chris and Blaze, my Mom, and Chris’ Mom and step dad. Everything looked delicious and tasted even better. During the meal I started feeling uncomfortably full and it didn’t really make sense. I didn’t finish eating and definitely didn’t eat dessert. I just thought something didn’t agree with me and we went home. I kept feeling worse as the night wore one and I tried many different meds to see if they would relieve the pain but nothing helped. I was up all night and finally fell asleep around 6:00 am. I woke up and starting vomiting and the pain literally felt like my insides were exploding. I was in misery.
I called Chris at work and begged him to come home and take me to the emergency room. I never go there if I have a choice and I can handle pain like a champ. He knew I meant business if I was crying and barely making it. He came home and took me to the ER and it took 5 hours to get into a room. I was so sick the whole time and going back and forth to the restroom to vomit. I hurt so badly I thought I would die. I just knew something was not right. I felt like something was just stuck. I told the nurses and doctor that when I finally got to a room and because I have a history of having part of my colon removed due to precancer and a partial blockage, they sent me straight to ct after giving me morphine and anti nausea meds.
The CT showed a full small bowel obstruction right at the spot the surgeon had reattached my intestines last summer. Apparently scar tissue had or is still forming and caused the blockage. They said I may need surgery again and I so did not want that. That is not fun to heal from at all. They admitted me to start the process to hopefully allow my body to clear the blockage itself. If it didn’t work then they would have to operate. I could have nothing by mouth at all and they were pushing bags of fluid into me as fast as they could, hoping to flood my system. Each day they did imaging to check the progress and it did end up resolving itself after 3 days in the hospital with nothing by mouth. I started on a clear liquid diet and progressed as tolerated and got to come home the 4th day. You would be amazed at how tasty this looked after 3 days of not even ice chips.
I am so thankful that I didn’t have to have surgery though. I follow up with a new gastroenterologist and the surgeon at the end of this month. I will have to do some more testing and see if it is going to be necessary to go in and clip scar tissue. I am crossing my fingers that it won’t be. In the meantime, I am thrilled I have almost completely lost my battle scars because I got some really odd looks in public. You can’t even see the bruises on my hands and tops of my forearms lol. I have horrible veins that blow almost immediately. That would be why I had two IVs.