On Monday morning at 5 am I
walked in the door of the emergency department of the Northern Louisiana
Medical Center. I told the young lady through the hole in the glass that I
wanted an enema. Had an impacted bowel.
At 2 pm (9 hours later) I was
laying on an operating table. A feminine voice behind me said that she was now
putting me to sleep. Doctor Butler was going to remove my gall bladder.
A slight change in plans
don’t you think?
Prior to Monday when I got up
at 4 am to drive to the hospital I had just spent three days in misery. Throwing up,
fever, terrible weakness. I have never been so weak in my life. Based on my
past history of this sort of stomach problem I was convinced that my bowels
were impacted. And a good old enema would fix me right up.
Dr Jackie, the emergency room
doctor started poking my belly. It hurt here and there. Some in the
appendicitis area. She had had blood work done and extensive x-rays taken. She
told me that my white count was high. (Sign of infection) She did not think
that an enema would help me. Who does she think she is, going against my
diagnosis?
Dr Jackie ordered a cat span
and went off shift. Bless her, the cat span found the problem. At 11 am I was
told that my gall bladder was in terrible shape and immediate surgery was
recommended. Three hours later I was going to sleep on the operating table.
When I recovered from the
anesthesia I was amazed and pleased at how well I felt. This story proves that I do
not know my ass from my gall bladder!
The life is good
department. On Wednesday afternoon I was
on the couch in the Adams’s front room. My daughter Kerry came by and asked me
if I would like a kitten to hold.This really touched my heart, Kittens and
daughters are some of the very best things in life.
I love stories with a happy ending.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness! I am just getting a chance to catch up on your blog and saw this post. I am so glad that you are okay. Take care of yourself.
ReplyDeleteLove and Hugs,
A.B.