ok, Imma make this short. I got my cast off last friday. I played softball blissfully monday night. I go to work wednesday morning, pulling in ontime, 10 minutes to 8:00am. As I'm getting on elevator to go upstairs my stomach starts to hurt. hmmmm. I dont want to get personal, but I thought I had to go to the bathroom. By the time I get upstairs, I'm realizing, something is seriously wrong. Definately not right. My stomach fucking hurts. BAD. What to do, what to do. Its getting worse. Almost cant stand up straight. One of my bosses gets out of the elevator and takes one look at my face and said, "Do you need to go to the hospital?" We work in a building right in front of a hospital. I said, "ummm, omg, my stomach, omg, oh shit, YES!!!" Him, "Do you want me to call an ambulance?" Me, "NO!! Lets go." Oh shit, its bad.
I half crawled, walked over to the ER. I'm in agony, and they want to triage me. 0_o If I had a gun at that point I would have used it. On myself. Never have I felt pain like this. Not even childbirth hurt this much. If it did, that pain came and went and the end was in sight. THIS SHIT JUST KEPT RIPPING MY STOMACH APART AND IT WOULDNT STOP. I was delerious pretty soon. Begging. Swearing. Praying to a god I dont believe in. Pain is rightous. It'll make you say anything to make it go away. I'd have made a deal with the devil I dont believe in either.
I'm too tired to put all the details down. Maybe another time, but lets just say, 10mg morphine, CT w/contrast, IV antibotics, two days inpatient and they come up with eschemic (sp?) colon (across the top, down the right). I dont know. It stopped hurting so I busted out last night. No worries, I got them to sign me out. Not without them wagging fingers at me saying I needed to stay another 2 days. I could die. oh my. No, my dx will let you keep me 4 days whether I need it or not so you can milk your DRG. pfft. Just give me the script for Levaquin and I'll follow up in two weeks.
WTF???? I'm over this shit.