Where do I begin? I have been through the trenches the past two weeks. On January 28th, I went in for a balloon dilation to help the strictures I have and ended up being admitted to the hospital due to complications. I stayed for a day and was released to go home. I got home and still had pain. On Monday, February 1st, I went in for a CT Scan to find out the source of the pain. I had a perforated bowel. I was admitted to the hospital again with the possibility of emergency surgery. I had a nasal gastric tube and a feeding tube inserted through a PICC line. This is major stuff. I was miserable the first few days. I couldn’t eat and was only allowed ice chips. I have a great surgeon taking care of me and he treated me conservatively with antibiotics and allowed my bowels to rest. After a few days, I got to eat clear liquids. I never knew I could get so excited about broth and Jell-O. It tasted so good after no food at all. I have realized that there are a lot of food commercials on TV. Too many especially when you can’t eat. I craved mashed potatoes. I saw one too many KFC commercials. After a couple of days, I was allowed to eat a soft diet. The tomato cream soup was so good. Then I moved to the entree and there were mashed potatoes. I was in heaven. They were so good. I was finally released on Wednesday, the 10th and am now back home. It was tough being in the hospital for so long. This is the longest I have ever stayed. The longest was when I had Billy and I was in the hospital for four days. This time was ten days. A very long time to be away from my family. Bill took care of me and made sure I had everything I needed to survive. I missed Billy and Baden so much. It was hard to be away from them. They sent pictures to me and when I got home I got the best hugs and kisses. I am also thankful for my mother in law who extended her stay to help out. I really appreciate that. I am not out of the woods yet. In about six weeks, I will have surgery to repair the damaged strictures. It is a long road, but one that will be worth it.
Oh MAN! I thought it was mighty quiet on the Jana-blog-front!
I remember when I had my surgery, one of the things they warned me about, and it was the worst-case-scenario, was that a bowel could be pierced and then there would be T-R-O-U-B-L-E!
I’m sooooo sorry! I hope you get back to normal ASAP, but it sounds like you’ve got more hospital ahead of you. DARN, double DARN! When I had my extended stay . . . . I know that the hospital isn’t a garden-of-eden.
I feel for you! and will be praying for you!
Oh my gosh Jana!!!! I hope the rest of your long road goes smoothly! So sorry!
Ouch! What a drag! Hoping and praying that you body heals quickly!