I was sitting there half awake in a debilitated Dilaudid state of mind. Feeling the stare of my parents eyes on me out of my peripheral sight. I stared at my blue shirt that had dried blood from my healing incision and watched my stomach rise and fall while I involuntarily breathed. My eyes shut hard and slow with each inhalation I took.
They admitted me under the trauma unit and got me a room on the trauma floor where they finally diagnosed me with ulcers in the small entry before the small bowel. They put me as NPO again, and searched yet for a somewhat unbruised vein for my 5th IV in the last two weeks. They want to stick a scope down my throat which goes down my esophagus and into my stomach to the passage to my small bowel and take pictures of my ulcers to burn off and solve the problem. It was a stressful 5 days to be exact, the pain still there just not as bad. They have me eat a meal again before giving me medicine and sending me on my way back home with a laundry list of pills and to take care.
I was home 2 days this time, I finally made it over that hump where I could actually be home more than 1 day however the pain was not gone and actually was worse now and I was vomiting an obscene amount of everything I had put in the last 2 days. EVERYTHING was coming up. They wanted to see me immediately and had a ER room waiting for me.
This particular visit was 12 hours long. They had called everyone on the night team looking for someone to give an answer different from, "we don't know what's wrong". I had doctor after doctor come in and tell me the same thing over and over again. That it was ulcers, and to grin and bare it. Such an easy thing to say when you're not the one going through it. I was given a stronger opiate and told to continue with what I was doing. Once again, I was sent home.
A day later, the vomit kept coming and the pain to be right there with it as well. I went back to OHSU this time for 11 days, where an entire team of surgeons took over my case and assured me that I would be taken care of finally and that I definitely did NOT have ulcers!!
I had a partial small bowel obstruction from the emergency surgery that was preformed in Florence after my accident. Scar tissue tends to form and the bowels obstruct causing well, everything I had been going through. It was so clear to them that it was an obstruction they read it off of my CT scan from Salem the one I had weeks ago. Imagine the anger I felt when a surgeon took 20 minutes out of his day to find the problem that countless doctors and teams couldn't see. They at this point in time decided to start feeding me intravenously through the central line(PICC) keep me NPO and get me eating at least 3 meals and having regular bowel movements before letting me go and do anything.
Yes!!!! Finally somebody is doing something they are finally helping me get out of here and get out of this pain! Hallelujah.
This still was not the end...
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