Join Date: Aug 2008
Sportbike: 2012 Ducati M696
Years Riding: 4
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I think I would kill just about anyone right now for a cheese burger, but the idea of pooping right now is absolutely terrifying I'm too drugged up for proof reading right now, I hope the story makes sense.
I was in the Emergency Room at Norwegian American Hospital in Humbolt Park at 3am on wednesday teh 21st. I was in a bit of pain but had some extreme vomiting and nausea. Got a couple IVs and a cat scan but they didn't really find anything. So it was all chalked up to a stomach flu. Went home in the morning, slept through most of the day. Then when I woke up I had a little pain in my side. Chalked it up to muscle soreness from all the vomiting. Got on a plane to see a friend in Mississippi and tried to stay comfortable.
The pain varied pretty well over the weekend, sometimes it was ok, sometimes it was pretty rough, but we spent two days on bourbon street, had to cowboy the fuck up.
Sunday night I return looking forward to a good night of sleep, thinking thats the only thing holding me back. But I get stuck up all night with acid reflux, which happens to me usually 3 or 4 times a year. So after a shitty night I didn't do much monday during the day (I work nights) but I did notice I was starting to spike a fever. The pain and fever continued till I tried to get a doctors appt on wednesday when my stomach started to swell. I just moved to the city so my doctors still in Schaumburg. He was busy all week, so I had to see his Physician Assistant. She had no idea what it was, so she had me talk to the ER I visited to try and get my CT results and also sent me to get a gall bladder ultrasound. Got that done on thursday.
I went back to my doctors office friday to sign some papers so they could get my CT's and to double check that they got my ultrasound. I must have looked like death cause they shuffled around people and got me in to see another doctor who pretty much instantly sent me here to Alexian in Elk Grove to get some new CT scans. After taking a quick look at me, they were almost going to skip the scans and put me straight on the operating table, but the surgeon was a couple hours away, and if it had ruptured or walled off it changes the proceedure so they did them and thought everything looked in one piece, but it definantly had to come out.
It gets pretty lonely in an ER room when you get told you need surgery and you've got no friend or family there yet.
My parents were on their way from michigan, but my roomate was able to make it in just before they put me under. When they got inside, they found that it had perferated and absessed on the underside which apparently didn't show up. So they cleaned me out, and now I'm leaking blood, puss and saline out of my belly button. Fun stuff.